I am stocking water, hoarding matches, saving cans of food.

As of tonight,  it’s official.

I am about to encounter aliens.

Tonight is Open House and New Parents Night for the middle school Brian will be attending in September.

Brian is . . .  going . . .

Brian is . . . (gulp) . . .  going . . . (gulp) . . . to be a

Pre-teen.

An alien will be moving into my home for the next few years.  He will snatch up what is left of my little boy who believes everything I say and loves everything I do.  A foreigner will inhabit his body questioning my every move, looking for my mistakes.  He will look at me like I am a mom.

I must prepare.

We attended the Open house and . . .

Brian was in heaven.

Where’s the cocktails for us incoming parents?

I was also able to witness the “Mr. Cool” Brian, you know, the behavior when cute young girls notice them.  He pretended like I was some weird stranger standing near him. Dear God, is this age really approaching?  When the principal mentioned the student dances I wanted to grab Brian’s hand and run for our lives.

(Sigh) Alas, I must let him grow up now.

No snakes though.

Teenage girls calling will be scary enough.

Until next time -

C

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