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
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 –
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