Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Two sobering reminders that I'm getting old and just "Mom" no longer "Mommy"
Seth (21 years old, just for the record here) called me on Sunday and asked me to stop by his house after I picked up Tanner that he had some egg cartons for me. Dutifully, I stopped on the way home and lo and behold, he wasn't there but his roommate Tony was. Tony was cleaning the dining room and *drinking a beer*
He called Seth and told him to come home (he was across the street). Seth comes bounding in a couple minutes later bringing me a garbage bag full of egg cartons. He also brought with him beer breath.
My little boy... that little boy that would wear a fire helmet everywhere he went, just walked in and I caught beer. on. his. breath. Seth, I apologize for going all "mom" on you and talking about drinking and driving.. blah blah blah.
Parents, this is a reminder to you to unfriend your kids on facebook. This will save you from seeing them tagged in photos where they are holding beers, drinking, and well... smashed drunk.
In the meantime, I think I'll go curl up in a ball and visit my other child.
Which reminds me of:
Tanner has taken to having me pick him up from school. I don't have a problem with this *once in a while*, but driving 10 miles one way, battling school traffic (which is crazy!) and then trying to get home while battling all the factories getting out at the same time.... yeah... notsomuch.
However, he talked me into it on Monday and I got there fairly early. The bell rings and kids start to pile out the door. I'm watching (as Tanner is never first out the door. EVER) and I see this kid. He's tall and gangly. God that kid looks like Seth. (he gets closer), Gee the poor sod even walks like Seth.
*o.m.g.* It's Tanner!
(now please revert to story #1!!)
Poor kid, looks like his brother right down to the scraggly long hair (but no goat beard). He looks even more like him when he has is braces off (which are now back on - long story).
To add insult to injury, he just left, doused with cologne, wearing the nice leather jacket he never wears and driving MY CAR. Ugh. That's not a good sign. At least he's going to church.
I've heard about church camp tho! *my eyes.. they are bleeding!!!!!!!*
I'm now confident I'm never going to make it through parenthood.