Hey, guess what? Guess what Justin figured out tonight?
That's right. His algebra problems that were soooo haaaarrrrrd yesterday that we were subjected to his foot-stamping, exasperated-pre-teen-groaning angst for HOURS. Hot damn. What do you know? Mom DID know best! I DID know that he could figure it out! Amazing. We even LAUGHED ABOUT IT.
Hello hormones. Welcome to my son's life.
Oy.
A note to my husband (should he get bored at his night-shift job tonight and venture onto my blog, in which case, "Hi Honey!"): Do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT mention that damn Father-Daughter dance that you guys are hopefully attending in 3 weeks to Corinne again. Or, at least, DO NOT mention it until AFTER I have paid for it and NO EARLIER than 2 days beforehand. Because the hourly discussions about when you guys will be attending it, what she will be wearing, and how much fun you guys will surely have is no longer cute and endearing. And to have to listen to 3 more weeks of her discussing the in's and out's of this heavenly night will not only drive me to drink(more) but will quite possibly cause me to lock her in a closet with her countless beautiful outfits and sparkly shoes.
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Ooooh, father-daughter dances, too sweet! I can't wait! Well, I say that now anyway ...
HAHA! At least your daughter is excited to go to a father-daughter dance!! That's seriously a rarity these days.
Unfortunately, I was too sick to go to mine(so sad) and when the time came, I was too sick to go with my father and sister to theirs.
Hopefully they can go and have a wonderful time :)
And let's not forget your son-Congrats to him for figuring that crap out. He's one step above me when I was his age!! LOL
Good for Justin (and you) for persevering and finally getting it! And I totally know what you mean about keeping your lips zipped until the moment of. Bridget is notorious for badgering me every opportunity she can about upcoming fun stuff.
I think the hormones are invading our house too. Heaven help both of us :) Where did you find the daughter father dance? I would love to sign my girls up for one?!
Tonya, our park district hosts one. Also, check with your school or scouts and see if they do one (if not, maybe you can start one?)
I remember those father daughter dances....I've learned not to tell my children anything until we actually get to the place...just in case, ya know...plus then I don't have to hear every 3 seconds, "mom when we going, mom what time is it, is it time to go"
I know what you mean about the mentioning it again. Summer wanted to pack everyday, allday, for a week before she left for her Memaws. I've learned not to mention something so exciting until right before it's time to go because packing is not something you need to do for 5 days... :)
It's funny how impossibly long their memories can be when you don't want them to be and how short the rest of the time.
Haha! Yes, I know! I do not mention fun events to my boys until the day of. ;)
just read your comment on classy mom chaos post about sahm dressing poorly and you and me had the same thoughts !!wahoo
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I try to wait to talk about fun events too...otherwise my son will constantly talk about them and ask endless questions.
Hormones have been making their home in my daughter's life for awhile now too (age 11). I, like, totally, like, feel your pain.
A father/daughter dance? How cute! I wish our schools had something like that.
A father-daughter dance? That is way too cute. Can't wait to see the photos of that one!
I know exactly what you mean, those damn teenage boys. Mine is driving me insane. The hardest part of all, is we used to be soooooo close and then he hit H.S. Now I have to knock to enter his room. What the hell is that all about?
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