I'm finally at a job I really like. The last one I enjoyed I was at for the better part of 2 years (before the internal collapse and ultimate decision to move on), so it's very nice to feel that feeling again where I genuinely like having to go to work. I like being in a kitchen, I like the rush of a busy night, I like cooking, and I really like the people I work with. It's a win/win... however, all that being said, not being home some evenings has really taught me a few new and exciting things.
Case in point: I arrived home late (around 10:30) last night, and the house was all a-snooze so I was not made a party to all the activities that had occurred the previous afternoon/evening. Sleep was an exercise in futility, and I 'woke' with my wife at 5 (when she gets up for work) to begin hearing all the Front Page goodies from the day before. Apparently, Addison, my 6-year old, has either been adopted by, or has adopted herself into, a new family. This has been going on for a few weeks now leading up from the tail end of summer to the new school year. The family lives down the street and has a few children, but more specifically a daughter nearly Addie's age. She occasionally had been going to church outings with them, a week of Bible Camp, and a few evenings here and there. But the time spent with 'Family 2' has increased exponentially and Addie has taken to spending whole afternoons and much of Sunday with them. So as I listen to my wife, she tells me they went on a 2-hour bike ride yesterday that culminated in both a library visit (just down the street from us) and a reward at Dairy Queen (also just down the street). I was a little stunned since we hadn't given her any money, yet the family likes her company so much that she has basically been absorbed into their dynamic- which apparently translates into free frozen treats. So now I'm not sure how to handle this:
A) I tell Addie that this is very nice for her, but she can't take advantage of this situation and many nights she'll need to spend at home where she has responsibilities and a mom and dad who have nearly forgotten what she looks like.
or
B) Hey, it's one less mouth to feed.
You can plainly see our dilemma.
Case in point: I arrived home late (around 10:30) last night, and the house was all a-snooze so I was not made a party to all the activities that had occurred the previous afternoon/evening. Sleep was an exercise in futility, and I 'woke' with my wife at 5 (when she gets up for work) to begin hearing all the Front Page goodies from the day before. Apparently, Addison, my 6-year old, has either been adopted by, or has adopted herself into, a new family. This has been going on for a few weeks now leading up from the tail end of summer to the new school year. The family lives down the street and has a few children, but more specifically a daughter nearly Addie's age. She occasionally had been going to church outings with them, a week of Bible Camp, and a few evenings here and there. But the time spent with 'Family 2' has increased exponentially and Addie has taken to spending whole afternoons and much of Sunday with them. So as I listen to my wife, she tells me they went on a 2-hour bike ride yesterday that culminated in both a library visit (just down the street from us) and a reward at Dairy Queen (also just down the street). I was a little stunned since we hadn't given her any money, yet the family likes her company so much that she has basically been absorbed into their dynamic- which apparently translates into free frozen treats. So now I'm not sure how to handle this:
A) I tell Addie that this is very nice for her, but she can't take advantage of this situation and many nights she'll need to spend at home where she has responsibilities and a mom and dad who have nearly forgotten what she looks like.
or
B) Hey, it's one less mouth to feed.
You can plainly see our dilemma.
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