Sunday, August 17, 2008

It's never too early to crack up

"When is your birthday, Mom?"  Nolan asked, as he ate breakfast.

I was in mid-eyeroll, "Why do you guys keep asking me this?" exasperation when I heard Mr W pipe up "Tuesday" from the vicinity of his chair.

"Heretoforafter known as 'Black Tuesday',"  I pointed out to Nolan.

Without missing a beat, he cocked his head sideways as if in thought, and he says, "Don't you mean 'Gray Tuesday'?" 

Nice one.

I'll file that away for the day he comes to me, "I need you to sign for my driver's permit."

"Eh, sonny?  What did you say??" 

It's an adjustment

When Nolan was a baby, and we were new parents, I remember a time when it took two of us to accomplish a somewhat simple task.

Changing the poopy diaper should not have seemed such a challenge, but when you are doing it on a newly circumcised baby, it seems impossible.   With the added fun of postpartum retrospect, I think I cried more than Nolan did.

I was thinking of this one morning last week, as Mr W and I shuffled around the house (and each other) in the predawn-5 am-quiet.

In theory, it shouldn't take two parents to wake up one teenager and get him ready for school.  But it does.

I make the boy something to eat and get the lunches going for everyone.  Mr W does the initial wake up and makes sure Nolan is moving around.  Everyone is resigned to their fate, we all have our roles, and there is no grousing allowed.

Nolan stumbles to the table, and pretends to eat, and then Mr W drives him to school.

Nolan is in marching band.  Which means he has "zero hour."  I am appalled to report that means he has to be at school at 6 am so he can be ready to go at 6:15. 

On the bright side, it's good to get up that early and get ahead of the wake-up-get-to-school routine.

On the not-so-bright side, it's waking up at 5 am, indefinately.  *yawn*

I am learning the Tao of the High Schooler.  The Tao of the Band Parent. 

At the same time, I am coping with turning 40 this month.

Throw in some hormones....and it'll explain why the words "call time" can bring me to tears.

I swear, those are the two dirtiest words I've ever heard.