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Here’s my yesterday... it started at 9:30 in the morning when my 13 year old asked, “Mom, would it be okay if I go to M’s house to go swimming?” Yes. You read that right. For some unexplainable reason, my 13 year old was up, showered, and ready to get his day started at 9:30 in the morning on his first non-school day. This is the same kid who normally would sleep until noon on his day off if I let him.
My response: “Well, I have a quick dentist appointment this morning, and then I thought we could go to the mall and get some stuff for camp.”
His response: The look. You know that look. It’s the one that says: “What?! You are going to make me spend the first day of summer vacation with you in the mall, when all my friends are going swimming? Besides, you won’t even let me get anything from Abercrombie, so what’s the point?”
My response: “Um - I guess we can go tomorrow.”
His response: “Cool - M’s mom is picking me up at 11:30.”
Well gee – glad you already worked out your transportation before getting permission. At least, my taxi got a break on that one.
My 10 year old has a much different system. She gets up, pulls out the school directory, and proceeds to call one by one down her list to see who can come over. She finally strikes gold. L can come over. They retreat up to her bedroom, only to be seen over the next few hours, when they come out for snacks.
Last night, I
Well at least my four year old still wants to hang out with me... for now anyway.