You want me to sign what?

So, I had orientation for school today and when I left there I headed over to pick up my text book.  

Why?

Because I have 5 chapters to read by class time on Monday.  Yes – you read that right, 5 chapters!

We can say good bye to knitting this weekend…  it was nice while it lasted!!

So, I am now armed with my “scrubs” for my clinicals, a stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff, and my text book.  I have gotten as far as rectal temperature taking – I needed a break and my kids did not want me to practice on them!!  Even after I reminded them I had done this to them before…

Yes, you can imagine the reaction that got around here!!!!!  Ahhh, motherly revenge is so amazing!!  The power!!

Well… they deserved a bit of motherly revenge for their behavior and attitudes lately.  Teenagers!

There have been many a time when my mind goes back to a lovely presentation that I had the privilege to attend when my children were very small.  The speaker was a wise woman with a great amount of sage advice.  I remember her talking about a time when her husband was traveling and she had a colicky baby that would not stop crying.  In utter desperation, she laid the screaming baby safely in it’s bed and went and laid on her bed, crying herself.  The only words she could find to utter were from the Kyrie.  Truly simple and beautiful words – Lord have mercy.  Christ have mercy.  Lord have mercy.  She said when she was at her wits end, these words helped. 

I was so fortunate to not have colicky babies – but, I do have teenagers with an advanced case of teenage-itis. 

Those words have become my mantra some days!

And, today was one of them!!

Heidi sent me a text message this afternoon – a very interesting text message.  “I need to talk to you about signing something.  xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox”  (the number of x’s and o’s sent off warning bells… ) 

So, she shows up after school with this instruction from her ‘boyfriend’.  You need to type something up that says you give permission for me to date him – he turned 18 today. 

Silly kids, Heidi is 17 – not 16.  Hmmm, the plans they concoct huh?

Needless to say I did not sign anything…. And, Heidi is not speaking to me.

Teenagers – Lord have mercy on me!

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11 thoughts on “You want me to sign what?

  1. A legal contract for dating???? What the —-???? A new one on me… and I have one out of high school with another following. I do have a couple of daughters left – so maybe there is something else I haven’t seen or heard yet…

    While I was going back to school, it pained me not being able to knit. Sometimes I would reward myself with knitting AFTER completing reading, papers, exams… Yeah, the knitting is going to suffer. Suffer in quantity, not quality 🙂

  2. She’s right, the knitting will suffer during school, ask me how I know? 🙂 What are you going back to school for?

    Why does Heidi need a contract for her “boyfriend”? That doesn’t make sense to me.

  3. words fail me……….and you know me, that is rare!
    Good luck with school…….check in if by email if nothing else…..who will I gab with????
    guess I will just have to get that sweater done and on to the buttons!
    Have a great weekend.

  4. You never know what kids are going to come up with next. (a license for dating?)

    My son informed me, just before leaving for Brazil, that since he’s nominally adult now and no longer lives with me, we can be “friends” and I can stop being “such a mom.” I was quick to tell him that it doesn’t really work that way. I’m trying to adjust.

    Have fun at school!

  5. I’m just getting started with the official teenage years, but I feel like they started early for my daughter. She’s a great person, but these are trying times. 🙂

  6. I feel your pain and frustration. And yes, this too shall pass with all the teenitis. But can anyone explain how you deal with being the parent of your parent? I have been going the rounds with my mom, who lives with me, trying to make her understand a change in her medication routine. It’s as hard as when I tried to communicate with a hard-headed teen-aged boy, (who is now 33 with 4 of is own. Pay back for all those years of frustration and sleepless nights.)

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