Good grief, once again, where did the week go?
Cliche, I know but, seriously, wasn't it just Tuesday?
We got back from vacation and Busy Boy and Busy Dad turned around, packed up again and went backpacking.
Busy Girl has volleyball stuff all week, and I have that pesky job thing, so Busy D. was odd man out.
Even though he can reach the microwave and write a check for pizza and all, I figured it best not to leave him home alone, so we had to get a babysitter.
We haven't had to do that in a long time as we
never go anywhere have a resident teenager, and I kinda don't know what to pay him.
Actually, I wonder if he'll even come back (kidding), he looked a little frazzled yesterday afternoon. Busy D.
talks incessantly can be a bit intense.
Why yes, I did say "he". The babysitter is a guy if you're wondering.
See other blogs all over the Internet for that debate.
To me, if there's a babysitter problem, you've got the wrong person, not the wrong gender.
Busy Dad got a little phone reception and called to let us know they saw a mother bear and a baby. Then the call dropped.
That was fun.
Unless they were eaten, they're on the way back today and tomorrow we pick up New Orleans Boy at the airport, celebrate Busy Boy' 13th birthday and then the boys are off to camp on Sunday.
I will have two teenagers. I used to joke about that when they were little because it seemed so far-fetched, and now it's here.
Anyway, ask me if I've packed him for 3 weeks of camp yet, go on...
Busy Girl is well, "busy" with the school volleyball season, so you're not spared even more volleyball talk. But, you might catch a bit of a break from me until club season because these practices are closed, so I don't have to sit there being bored and bugging the Internet.
But, what you will hear me obsessing about is this whole driving thing.
She's at volleyball for hours and hours, so they have meal breaks and they have to (wait for it) go get meals.
She is the only one on the team without a permit or a driver's license (September birthday), so we've officially entered the Zone of Riding With Friends
I tell her I've never had a teenager before, and that since she's the experimental model, the rules are subject to change as much as I want to change them.
Right now, she is only allowed to ride with other kids at organized events like this, I get to veto drivers (though that may be easier said than done in reality) and she must text me to tell me who she is riding with and where they are going.
When school starts, the rules won't be this easy and I have no idea how I'm going to handle it, that's why she plays volleyball all the time, so I don't have to deal with this stuff.
Those of you with older teens, I can hear you laughing.
By the time Busy D. is in high school, we'll be wondering why he didn't drive in 7th grade, it would have been so much easier.
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