Okay, so I’m in a bad mood this week. Aunt Flo is visiting and that (combined with certain events below) leave me feeling a little homicidal. And by the way, the ‘no touchy’ thing (see previous post) extends to my daughters as well…
The DH has been out of town (okay… out of the COUNTRY) and my 13 y.o. wanted to have an ‘end of summer’ party–with girls AND boys. Now, she’s the only one so far who would want ANY party here (much less with boys for me to torture). The older two know better than to bring friends home… I breathe therefore I embarass… so this was a new adventure for me.
My first goal (while appearing to be cool to her) was to eyeball these boys that I am hearing so much about. If need be, an obvious display of insanity on my part would probably cool any thoughts of true love and running off into the sunset together… well, you get the picture.
Well, I don’t know anything about boys. I still don’t get men. I was raised with sisters and by women. My high school and (subsequent business school) was all-girls. My HS sweetheart was a long-haired hippy type that was the perfect ‘look’ to frighten and anger parents (you know, payback for the ‘all girl school thing’). My husband is only the 3rd serious relationship I ever had (if you include my hippy friend). These boys were loud and ate a lot (as expected). They seemed actually more into seeing each other than the girls for the most part.
At the end, I walked out to see that everyone got with their parents properly… you’d be surprised that one young man’s parent didn’t come to the door either drop off or pick up. I mean, I could be psycho or something and they wouldn’t know! Well, as it happens, he decided to kiss my daughter goodbye which sent her flying across the lawn after he left (on happy feet) and me into outer SPACE. Actually, I believe that the blood stopped rushing to my head for a minute, I was so shocked.
She was walking back to the house with her friend (all excited and whispering)… until she saw me. Standing on the porch. Yes, standing on the porch. Yes, the whole time. The look on her face when she realized that I saw what she thought that I saw was a bit priceless, but you know, I still have to kill her now.
After listening to me lecture her (ad nauseum of course) she did wait a cooling off period to let me know they were ‘going out’ (whatever that means). So she’s not of ‘loose virtue’ as I first thought… just kissing some boy, EXCEPT I don’t allow 13 y.o. ‘going out’, especially when it appears that he has self control issues. What’s worse is that she’s liked him LIKE forEVER and now he appears to like her back. That’s not the way life is supposed to be… I was in 8th grade and the boys I liked NEVER liked me back (that continued for MANY years….). This is a bad, bad thing.
She’s told him that I hate him… well, that’s not true… I don’t ‘hate’ anyone… I may hurt him, but there are life lessons he’ll have to learn and this may be one of them. She wants to go the movies… his parents will be there. Yes, and I see already how closely they guard him. Four words: I don’t think so. For the slow of mind, one word: NO.
I’d like to get to know him better… you know, I’ll have him over for tea and tell him the unfortunate accidents that have happened to other boys that have called here, show him her dad’s gun collection… and don’t forget about all my meds (they make me ‘all better now’). Well, as long as I remember to take them…
Okay, this week is definately looking up.