5:50 – Walk the dog.

6:15 – Shower.

6:30 – Blow dry hair, get dressed.

7:00 – Remind Brian for the third time that it is time to get out of bed.

7:15 – Eat breakfast.

7:30 – Load dishwasher, remind Brian to get his shoes on, pack lunches.

7:35 – Remind Brian to get his shoes on and brush his teeth.

7:40 – Load car, remind Brian to get his shoes on or he is going to school in socks.

7:45 – Start car, Brian carries backpack and shoes to the car, leave for school.

8:00 – Drop Brian off at school.

8:10 – Open dance studio.

8:15 – 12:15 – Dance, work on studio website design, market studio, create marketing materials, answer questions, run around like a crazy woman.

12:30:  Lunch while driving.

12:45 – 3:00 – Help mortgage clients, help loan officer clients with blogs, newsletters, return calls, answer emails, create marketing materials, search for a new life.

3:08 – Pick Brian up from school while talking to possible clients on the phone.  As soon as I hang up:

“Mom, did you find my wallet today?”

“Your wallet?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t find it last night.  I want to buy an expansion pack today.”

“Well, hello to you too. No I did not find your wallet today – nor did I look for it since I wasn’t the one who lost it.”

“Mom!  It’s somewhere in my room.  I just thought when you weren’t doing anything today – you might have seen it in my room.”

“When I wasn’t doing anything today?”

“Yeah.”

I guess because I have a vagina it means it is really just a GPS system for finding everything for everyone.

Until next time-

C

http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com

When did I become “uncool”?  When exactly did Brian reach boyhood, the stage between child and adult?

I think we parents are notified of these amazingly irritating, trans-formative times when we are handed our new room with a view by our kids.

Submitted for your review, my view of the Scandia parking lot while I wait for Brian to come out from a pre-teen birthday party on Sunday.

You see, I wasn’t allowed to go inside to get him – THAT – oh dear God no – would be too embarrassing, so I was asked in a begging, pleading tone by my son to please just pick him up in the parking lot.

It was when I was sitting in the parking lot for 20 minutes, without a book - or a newspaper, in such sheer, utter boredom that I realized I had better get used to this new view.  It dawned on me that my son has entered the my parents are sometimes cool, but mostly embarrassing years.

ME?

(Sigh)  It’s official: I’ve become my mother.

I am beginning to see why parents are happy when their children get licenses.   They no longer have to share this view.
Brian will be 16 in four years, which means that I have 4 more years of these types of views.

Screaming and shaking her head no, Catherine has run away.

Until next time-

C

http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com