Larry Gude
Strung Out
..lies, like mathematics, in the the converse being true. 2+3 = 5, therefore, 3+2 also = 5 and 5 less 3 is two and 5 less 2 is three.
So, I get my oldest back for fall break for a few days. Got herself on a shuttle from school to the airport over an hour away, made it through a connection at Laguardia and to BWI all by her big girl self. Great to see her, hugged for ten minutes, cried with each other and hugged a bit more. School sounds like it suits her, her instructors, classes, part time job, grades, taking care of herself, enjoying the experience and so on and so forth.
So, her stupid lying weasel little boyfriend is still down here. She goes out with him all day Thursday and, as I predicted to myself, she wants to spend the night as she is a big girl now. I said no. "But mom said she couldn't see why you'd mind" I said NO, I am not comfortable with it and that's it. So, the debate that she's a big girl and he visited for a week at school and stayed with her and this and that. So now, it's hell no. And, de-evolution sets right in. from college to high school in 60 seconds. She starts sniffling like the immature child that she still is. But, good enough, she's home at midnight.
Then, yesterday, all day spent with worm boy. And, of course, the high school tact; around 9 pm, 'can I spend the night at Rachel's? I haven't seen her yet, she doesn't get off work until midnight', ya da ya da high school horsehist yah.
Dear, I know and you know that is a lame cover to sleep over at your boyfriends. "sputter, sputter, busted..." More tears. More snivelling. Home by midnight. Argh.
So, this AM, "Can I go run some errands and come back around 2:45?" We're leaving for a party in her big college girl honor at 3.
No. If you'd said 'I wanna go run around with boyfriend for a few hours. Be back at 2 or so'? I would have said fine. To fib to me some more and to get my consent for you to come rolling in at the last minute is not going to work.
So, more crying, more why am I treating her like a child, more why are you acting like one...
More of why I did not miss her very often the last two months.
So, I get my oldest back for fall break for a few days. Got herself on a shuttle from school to the airport over an hour away, made it through a connection at Laguardia and to BWI all by her big girl self. Great to see her, hugged for ten minutes, cried with each other and hugged a bit more. School sounds like it suits her, her instructors, classes, part time job, grades, taking care of herself, enjoying the experience and so on and so forth.
So, her stupid lying weasel little boyfriend is still down here. She goes out with him all day Thursday and, as I predicted to myself, she wants to spend the night as she is a big girl now. I said no. "But mom said she couldn't see why you'd mind" I said NO, I am not comfortable with it and that's it. So, the debate that she's a big girl and he visited for a week at school and stayed with her and this and that. So now, it's hell no. And, de-evolution sets right in. from college to high school in 60 seconds. She starts sniffling like the immature child that she still is. But, good enough, she's home at midnight.
Then, yesterday, all day spent with worm boy. And, of course, the high school tact; around 9 pm, 'can I spend the night at Rachel's? I haven't seen her yet, she doesn't get off work until midnight', ya da ya da high school horsehist yah.
Dear, I know and you know that is a lame cover to sleep over at your boyfriends. "sputter, sputter, busted..." More tears. More snivelling. Home by midnight. Argh.
So, this AM, "Can I go run some errands and come back around 2:45?" We're leaving for a party in her big college girl honor at 3.
No. If you'd said 'I wanna go run around with boyfriend for a few hours. Be back at 2 or so'? I would have said fine. To fib to me some more and to get my consent for you to come rolling in at the last minute is not going to work.
So, more crying, more why am I treating her like a child, more why are you acting like one...
More of why I did not miss her very often the last two months.