Welcome to a new week, awesome Moxie-Dude readers!
There’s no denying that last week was a big one. The anticipation of back-to-school was almost like preparing for the coming messiah only less about saving the world and more about crossing my fingers.
Note from the hamster: Um, yeah. Except that you’re NOT JEWISH.
PS. Today I’ve decided to ignore the hamster on account of her bossy-ass-highness kept me up most of the night with really important thoughts about things like, “when are you going to clean out your closet and what if that tree on the front lawn falls on your car and maybe you should get it cut except that could be really expensive so maybe YOU could cut it down and by the way how will you know for sure that the kids are doing their homework this year because last year they didn’t seem to ever have any.” Most of the night was a run-on sentence.
While half of me was happy about the kids getting back into a routine, the other half was taking hard swallows and hoping that yet another year of high school would not see my teens get eaten by other teens. (You can read about that gem of a fear here.)
The beginning of another high school year is kind of like what my friend, Wendy, said when her daughter, Sydney, went to Mexico this summer: “I know who I’m dropping off. I just don’t know who I’ll be picking up.”
Yup. That sums it up right there. And suddenly the idea of homeschooling sounds like a sane alternative to high school.
Note from the hamster: Except that all the friends would want to come over and the next thing you know, the house would be full of teenagers. Exactly like a high school except without a detention room.
Why am I rambling about this?
Because last week after only one day of school I noticed that my (sweet) 14-year-old daughter had a text on her phone so I said, “looks like your friend can’t come over.”
“How do you know?” She asked.
And so I told her that her friend had just sent her a text. Apparently that was the WRONG answer.
“WHAT?! ARE YOU STALKING MY PHONE NOW???”
Life as I know it is changing forever.