The Pegasus Secret. Part III Heir is Bare

The boys got busy…and I got them busier. Basketball, soccer, boy scouts, run here, rush there. Work got more challenging and exhilarating for me. Promotion here, more responsibility there and my reputation as Holey Mother and Business Manager remained flawless. Damn, I was good in my own LaLa mind.

New puppy led to new old house. The old new house led to renovations then more projects to help fill our LaLa home. Run Holey Mother, Run! Run, pass out. Get up and do it again. Yes, I did it just like the Nike commercial. Just do it!

When I fell in the bed, I would look to the left and watch my “I don’t think I’m Gay” husband snore. The snoring grew louder as I watched longer. It was so loud that I felt he was yelling at me. I imaged him screaming “Get out! Get the hell out of my house”. In fear, I would shake him awake but he didn’t yell, he apologized, told me to go to sleep and turned over away from me. The next morning the LaLa ritual started again.

Heir (my first born and sex addict) was such a rebel child. Wildly funny in his own way. I adored him and his un-gay dad did too. He was so cute; always moving up and down; side to side; anywhere and everywhere. We embraced his energy but were consistent disciplinarians. However, his teachers couldn’t keep up with him, and grew frustrated by him. The conversations soon sounded like this: “There is something wrong with “Heir” he can’t stay focused, he never listens, he needs meds and/or he needs to see a psychologist”. Husband would reply, “Nonsense, Heir is just an energetic boy you need to deal with it – there is nothing wrong with him”. I stayed silent when he spoke because I liked being the submissive LaLa wife. But I secretively remained in close contact with the teachers, visiting often, talking and pleaded with Heir to behave. I hid being a “real” mother from my LaLa life. No one knew that I was sneaking around trying to keep peace with the teachers, the nannies, the babysitters, the neighbors, the grandparents. No one could know, especially the non-gay husband for it would mess-up our LaLa image. Some days I was really good and then one day I made a big mistake.

The first time in 3 years; I was late picking Heir up from the bus stop. What’s the big deal, he’s in high school now? That was 10 minutes too late. There was a police car surrounding my “Heir”. There were women lurking out the store front window baffled by him. I soon learned that Heir exposed himself to the women in the store. Just like that, Heir became a “peeper”. I cell phoned husband immediately for I couldn’t hide this one. He was there in minutes. We talked the police officer out of pressing charges. “Peeper Heir” said nothing. I called psychologists and no one would take him.

Then I thought back, what were all those mysterious women’s panties in my laundry? Why was Heir always on the computer? Why is Heir not sleeping at night? Why is there now this glassed-over look in his eyes? Stop, no, stop, I don’t want to know the answers, RUN, run Holey Mother like the Nike commercial back to LaLa! So I did. Husband was so happy I did. I was stressing over nothing, he would banter. Boys will be boys. You make mountains out of molehills. You are a drama queen, Holey Mother, Stop it! LaLa is much more peaceful for the family. Please stop it.

So I did again. But this time, I put my foot down and made some changes. I withdraw Peeping Heir out of the large public school where his grades dropped to unspeakable levels and enrolled him in a small private religious school. With my work load getting heavier, I coordinated a car pool to eliminate the bus system. No more bus stops for me and Heir. Yes, finally there was controlled peace again. This change fell right in line with our LaLa life, so un-gay husband approved. It’s made our LaLa image even that much more impressive. Whew! Peace again, YES!

Then the phone rang. It was non-gay husband’s mother from the north. Within 3 weeks of the conversation, she moved in to our LaLa house. Husband explained that it would give us the needed relief from the day-2-day responsibilities of the kids and then I can focus more on work (later translated; he can have more “mall time”). Hummm. OK, I’m listening. Grandma North could help with sweet, quiet, no-fussy young Spare. Yes, that’s good, he’s no fuss at all and he does his homework without being reminded. Grandma can help us keep a closer eye on our LaLa non-peeper Heir. Bingo! I’m in.

The day she moved in was the beginning of the end of LaLa.