As of last night, it has begun, the stress of being a parent of a teenager. I got a call from the kid, who’s over at his dad’s house. “Can you pick me up tomorrow night at 9?”
After about 5 minutes of back and forth avoidance, I discovered that there is a school dance tonight, and there will be free food and “stuff”. Now in the past, dances have been on the eye roll list unless his friends were all going, so I’m wondering why this one is so important that he HAS to be there. I know the answer, but I’m refusing to deal with that right now, it’s bad enough that he’s going to be able to drive in two years.
