Who Stole the Panic Button?
Well it’s here – staring me right in the face… Florida. Gotta get Chickie settled in with her friend for the next couple of months…gotta clean up the house…gotta finish painting…gotta pack up…gotta change the oil…gotta mow the grass…gotta get the dog some flea stuff…gotta, gotta, gotta….Where the hell is that panic button? Somebody push it for me, PLEASE!! I feel sick.
OK – redirect my thoughts. Chickie got out of school for the summer on Friday. To celebrate, I had 9 (yep – that’s a big NINE) girls spend the night at my house on Friday night. 9 girls (plus me!) – 2 bathrooms. You figure it out. And I was leaving for Tennessee by noon on Saturday. I needed sleep. I needed a clean house. I needed calm. I got a beauty salon in EVERY room of the house. They were in Chickie’s room…they were in the spare room…they were in BOTH living rooms…they were even in the hall. A tornado could not possibly leave as much damage in its wake as 9 teenage girls. There isn’t one clean washcloth or towel. There are bits of hair everywhere. There are piles of “weave” lying on tables. It looks like I have an infestation of some critter or other. The dog is still cowering in my bedroom. I think she’s afraid that the Weave blobs are growing to grow teeth and bite her. There are piles and piles of clothes that I’ve never seen before waiting to be washed. I bet that damned panic button is underneath those dirty clothes somewhere.
Got back from Tennessee. Went to see Young Stud play in his 3rd annual High School Alumni soccer game. (World Cup starts Friday in case anybody didn’t know!!) It was fun. Funny how a place that I couldn’t WAIT to get out of suddenly feels comfy and like home.
This must have been the “magic” year. So many of the boys Young Stud went to school with and hung out with were no longer boys this year – but young men. Last year they were still a little rough around the edges. This year – a delight! I got to visit with them and Young Stud and his gf. I do enjoy her. She is finishing up her last course work this summer to be some sort of psychologist. Perfect choice for her… she is so good with people in general and teens in particular. I love watching gf and YS interact – they treat each other with such consideration and respect.
YS and I got a little one-on-one time as well. We went out to breakfast together and I hit him with the “Mommy” questions. I’m allowed. I’ve refrained from asking them for 3 years now…and I’m his mom!
“What are your long term plans, honey?”
“Don’t have any.”
“How about short term plans?”
“Nope. Don’t have any there either. I’m just gonna keep on going til I can’t go any more.”
“Well…you did mention that you eventually want to move to Florida….”
“Yeah. That’s right. Puerto Rico.”
“Ummm… Puerto Rico is not in Florida.”
“I know – I want to buy some land there – and eventually build a house on it. I figure the land won’t be as expensive as beachfront in Florida.”
“Do you know anything about Puerto Rico?”
“No”
“You might want to check it out.”
“OK”
“What about gf? Is that a long term thing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is that hesitation on your part or on hers?”
“I think we both want it to be long term – we are just seeing where it goes.”
“Does gf want children?”
“She’s not sure. We’ve talked about it.” (I did NOT spit my orange juice across the table). “We just decided that if it happens, it happens.” (I did NOT choke on my eggs).
“Well – she want to work with kids…”
“Yeah – but she doesn’t really like the little ones.”
“But I’ve seen her with the little ones and she’s good with them.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe she could adopt an older one.”
“You finished eating yet, Mom?”
Don’t know what to think. Don’t know if he’s really that “loose” with life or if he’s just not telling me. Well… it is his business and not mine, after all. But you can’t blame a Mom for trying!!!!
And now I must away to tackle laundry pile number 438. How did ALL that dirty laundry fit in the bottom of Chickie’s closet? My head hurts, my stomach is more than a little upset… and if the panic button were the “launch nuclear weapons” button – the whole world we be dust by now. Toodles!
*chuckles* Being blessed with two boys, I am happy to say I have never had to deal with “weaves” or anything resembling a creature. *grins* However, I must say your boy sounds like mine. I have heard that the part of their brain that controls maturity doesn’t develop before 20 or so. I think it’s true.
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I bet the dog ate the panic button. 🙂 I love reading about your conversations with the kids. They sound so much like Kidlet and me.
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I like the idea of Puerto Rico ..sounds more exciting than Florida somehow! Now to thank you for all your notes …where do I begin to answer all? Story continues what am I saying? no story indeed for it was my life and now even I find it unbelievable. My Mexican name is El Stupido which speaks for itself. I was so foolish . Alexias
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Might as well go along with the Puerto Rico stuff. He’s probably right about a beach front place there being cheaper there than one in Florida. There not being job opportunities to support those dreams will dawn on him later. Trying to influence him may get just the opposite response. E tried to get daughter K away from Country & Western to clssics but it made her go for C & W even more
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that’s an awful lot of gottas! And are you crazy, having that many teenaged girls in your home at one time and having a mom talk with your son in the same week. I don’t think I would ever try either one of those! LOL 🙂
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my children ALL know to answer me…Shannon included..as much as they hate it..they talk…but I have been told that one of my gifts is opening doors for people and I guess that is why they all spill without being being able to help themselves…chuckles…want me to talk to that son of yours…chuckles off
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Hahahahaha… sorry to laugh, I enjoyed your panicking! Take it easy. Calm. After all, you love it. Thank you for sharing with us. You are lovely. Lovelots.
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this is great, SW! {soft laugh} as frustrating/scary as it may be sometimes, it’s part of that wonderful job we call motherhood. take a deep breath…… and scream! hehe.. nah, you’ll be fine… and so will they 🙂
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Great conversation. I reckon he is pretty loose with life, I mean he’s young. But then I don’t know him 🙂 Congrats on not not spitting or choking!!!!!! Funny how everything gets sorted in time when you have to move, it just seems to happen. Good luck.
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LOL Thanks for offering to contribute to my general insanity level! If there are two cats how can they be ‘alone’? Oh man, that’s too deep for me today. Reading your entry now.
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LOL How can you talk about the experience of NINE firls in your house and question if gf wants children!? OMG! The world needs more ‘aunts’, it gives kids other perspectives. 🙂 hehehe *wicked smile* Hope youget through the laundry nightmare. Should I send V’man? He does ours and he’s fairly good at it. 🙂
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It’s true–this is his life now. And as for not having direction, well, I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up until I was in my thirties. With a smile…
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You write so vividly of the horrors of moving — have been there and done that (minus teenagers) so many times! Thank goodness, I’m already IN Florida, and don’t have to enter this steamy heat, suddenly… ryn — I can’t survive without books! I’d probably have more money if I read less and worked more, but what would be the POINT? 😀
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*smile* Yeah, they say natural disasters are more destructive than any man made force but they probably have never seen teenagers at a slumber party before. 😉
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🙂 my ” baby boy ” is 36 and i still grill him , it never ends. take a paper bag , put it over yr nose and mouth and take a deeeep breath let it out slowly , great for the jitters UNLESS you’ve eaten garlic or onions 😉
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I have so much to look forward to.
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Hey, hey…*grins*…what an entry…ROFLMAO…think I may have to check out that beachfront property in Puerto Rico! You are so damn funny, I love reading your entries. Face it, our bods think stress is one of the five basic food groups…and we love it! You have a great day, lady. Teenage girls…remember when we were “there”?!!!!*cringes in fear…giggles anyway*
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WHO TOLD YOU THERE WAS A “PANIC BUTTON”……LOL SMILES,
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Ready for the move? Get your computer set up ASAP. I’ll miss you terribly, if you don’t. With a big hug…
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i’ve got it, we’ll hand over the little ones when they are grown, toad doesn’t want the teenagers. There, that’s all settled. 🙂 Except, not puerto rico, fl. 🙂 Okay, then glad it’s all fixed up, hands you some revolution for fleas and heartworms. Need a hand from lucy laundry lady? 🙂
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sorry, tryin’ to catch up! I was elected to fill in for the asst to the CEO while she’s on vacation, in addition to my own damn job that I’m now falling behind on…
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Good talk =) I hope you find the panic button, if it is somewhere LOL! Love and miss you bunches XCXCXCX
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Good job not choking on the eggs!
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Nice entry sweety its been awhile that ive called in to your diary missed ya lots hope to talk soon
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i think i broke the panic button.
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Oooh yes, 9 teenage girls in one house could be quite an interesting adventure! 🙂 haha Glad to hear that you got some time with Young Stud, and got to ask him all those mommy questions. You have to ask them sometime dont ya? Much Love,
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saying howdy to ya! I don’t mind doing laundry. It’s the ironing (some call it pressing) I hate.
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tip toeing in… hello? anyone home? how did the move go?
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