They Should Come With Instruction Manuals

I have been doing this Mom gig thing for 12.5 years now. You would think I would have a pretty good handle on it by now. For the most part I tend to think that I do.  Or I did. Until my baby started growing up right before my very eyes.  Like overnight.

Speaking of eyes, Noodle is now an official contact wearing member of society. Although that is going to come to a crashing hault if her mother (you know the one who thought she had her shit together)  can’t figure out how to fill her prescription. Yes, I suppose I can wander back into the doctor’s office and ask for them. Although when we were there he may have let it slip that they charge twice as much a wee bit more there than you can order them at other places.  I, being a 20/20 vision person (don’t be jealous, I had braces for 9 years to make up for it) had NO idea that each eye would be different which means we need a different box of contacts for each eye. Then how many boxes does one order? It seems the more you do order, the cheaper they get. I have no idea how long “they are good for” and would assume a years worth would be the most we would order as her eyes still seem to change at each check-up.

And can I tell you how different she looks without her glasses on? I can’t describe it really. Maybe it is because I am so used to seeing her in her glasses. The other day on the way to school I kept looking at her. Finally she asked me why I was staring at her. I told her I didn’t know. I just can’t get over it. She is just so incredibily breathtaking.  The splash of the freckles across the bridge of her nose, and the way you can see her eyes sparkle and jump when she laughs now. It makes my heart leap every time I look at her. I just hope she is not having the same effect on the boys.

I am still worthy of kisses (in front of her friends no less) when I drop her off at school in the mornings so I guess I still have that to hang onto.  We will see how long that lasts. *Sigh*.

I Before E Except After C

A small foreword: There is no way in English language / alphabet that their last names do not come one right after the other; as in both last names start with the same letter and one is followed by “A” and the other by “E”.  Like Xaxxx  and Xexxxx, (see how bcd can’t fit?).

My mom picked Noodle up on Tuesday after her first day of school and brought her by work to see me and tell me about her day.

Me: Do you get to sit by who you wanted?

Noodle: (Puts her hands on her hips) NO! We had to sit  alphabetical  …

Me: (Thinking for a moment knowing M1 is in her class and that they are indeed in alphabetical order) *laughing* I am going to ask you again, Do you get to sit by who you wanted?

Noodle: No, we sit alphab….. OH! Well, yeah I get to sit by M1 (and what 12 year old would not want to sit by her BFF?) but thats not everyone I want to sit by.

Me: (As Noodle starts naming a list of girls a mile long she would also like to sit by) Um, you only have 2 sides.

Noodle: Oh, I guess I do.

Yeah, money well spent if you ask me :).

Should I Get Out The Scissors?

Noodle has been at my aunt and uncle’s the last few days.  They have a daughter (my cousin) who is 16 months younger than Noodle. The girls saw each other every day from the time their daughter “A” was born until Noodle was 5 or so.

Noodle is a very much follow the rules kind of girl. A is a very much lets see how many rules we can break before we get caught kind of girl.  When Noodle breaks a rule, there are appropriate consequences. When A breaks a rule, they usually laugh it off “because they are just kids”.  We have disagreed on parenting techniques more than once but it is what it is.  They love her and she is safe  or else she would not be there.

With that little bit of background…..

Noodle just called and wanted to know if it was ok if Auntie dropped her and A off at the public pool (they have a fabulous pool in their backyard)  by themselves for awhile. I didn’t know what to say. My gut screamed NO!  Noodle is a fish and spent several summers in lessons and on swim team, so it wasn’t really the swimming part. It was the idea of them being there by themselves. I asked Noodle if she would be terribly disappointed if I said no. She didn’t seem to really care one way or another.  I asked her to put Auntie on the phone. I told Auntie it scared me, I trust the girls  Noodle, its everyone else I don’t trust is kinda what it comes down to), and I didn’t think I was ready for that.  Auntie told me she understood but that “I was going to have to cut the cord sooner or later”.

It is true, Noodle is very seldom home alone.  It is not because she is not responsible. We have very few neighbors right now, the soonest (if we were at work) anyone could get to her if she called and needed us would be at least 30 minutes, and there are lots and lots of construction people coming and going all the time in the neighborhood and I have no idea if they are watching our house to know if she is there or not. (Paranoid? Maybe. Maybe Not).  She does not go to the neighborhood school so she isn’t a “latch key kid”.

Now when I was growing up, we were home alone after school everyday for 2-3 hours from the time I was 7 or 8. In the summer we rode our bikes to the public pool (close to a mile or more I would guess) all the time with no one thinking anything of it. I even remember one time my parents going to Vegas for the weekend leaving us *GASP* home alone and I know the oldest I could have been was 11 because the house we lived in at the time.  I am sure the neighbors kept an eye on us, but still.  (We did live in Base Housing while my dad was still active duty, so there were tons of stay at home moms around and more kids than you could count at any given time).

I thought about it after I said No. I remembered all the things we were allowed to do that are not an option for Noodle for what ever the reason may be. Is she missing out, or does she even know what she is missing. Do you suppose when her kids ask her if they can do something, she will tell them No because she never got to do anything or that she never even got to stay home alone until she went away to college.

Would you have let your kiddo go?

Bueller? Bueller? Anyone? Bueller?

As I mentioned the other day it was cold and rainy here last weekend. Being the stellar mother that I am I still allowed my child to swim not once, not twice, but three times in said weather. Did I make her get out of the pool when she was sitting on the steps with her teeth chattering together and her lips were turning blue?  I sure did, about 20 minutes later when I was ready to go in and hang out with my friends.  I am going to get a big head if I don’t stop talking about what great parenting skills I have.

I mention all of these faults  wonderful things about myself to let you know that I am 100% at fault for the following…. (Her getting sick that is, not for coming up with the idea to give herself a fever)

My poor sweet Noodle started complaining Monday night that she had sore throat. Tuesday morning she woke up and wasn’t really herself but still wanted to go to school. I dropped her off and she ran off to join her friends and seemed fine. About lunch time I sent a text message to her afternoon teacher and asked her to let me know how Noodle was when she got to her class.  About 30 minutes later I got a text from the teacher and she said Noodle was going downhill fast and needed to go home.  I told her I was on my way.  When I got to school I told the secretary (a friend) I was there to get Noodle and she would be going home for the day. 

NOW! This is where I have actually excelled at the parenting gig – Noodle has only missed 3 days of school since Kindergarten (when she was actually sick) and I have never taken her out early, nor has she ever been tardy! School is numero uno in my book and this mama doesn’t mess around when it comes to education.

So friend says to me “The book is behind you”. I had no idea what she was talking about.  Yeah, that would be the book to sign your child out of school when you take them home early. Oops. My bad. So friend called Noodle out of class and I was signing her out when she came into the office. Poor baby was dragging her poor little self like someone who had wondered the dessert for hours with no water. I asked her why she didn’t go to the nurse earlier if she felt so bad. She said she did but  M1 and P were with her and they also “didn’t feel good”, and nurse sent them back to class after taking their temperatures.  Some times it pays to be friends with your kids teachers now doesn’t it?

Anyway, I had to take her to Gma’s house because I had a meeting after work and didn’t have time to go home and get back in time.  Hubs left work as soon as he was able and picked her up and took her home.

On my way home after the meeting I called Mama B and she told me the following story…

M1 and Noodle were in the bathroom and Noodle kept telling M1 she didn’t feel good and wanted to go home.  M1 washed her hands and said something to Noodle about how hot her hands got under the hand dryer. All of a sudden a light bulb came on for one of them (no one has admitted it was their idea yet) and it was decided between the two rocket scientist that they are, if Noodle put her face under the dryer it would make her hot and give her a fever and then she could go home. 

Yes, when she told me I laughed my ass off. I had a hard time keeping a straight face when I asked Noodle about it this morning.  She told me “Mom, I  felt so bad and just wanted to go home”. 

I know she did indeed feel like crap on a cracker because after I dropped her off at Gma’s I called when I got back to work less than 20 minutes later and Noodle was already sleeping on the couch.

My poor girl.

She did make an amazing recovery and is back at school today with just a bit of a runny nose.

I do have to give it to her on this one, I am not sure Ferris could have come up with something like this.


Talking To Noodle

Me: If all of your friends jumped off a cliff would you?

Noodle: Well first I would look and see how steep it was before I decided.

Then because I was floored by her reaction  I just about peed my pants laughing and then banged my head into the wall.  The teenage years are so going to give me a run for my money.