Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Just a Little Vent

My daughter told me on Monday she thought I was cranky. All of the time. I have two daughters, so in case you're trying to figure out which one said that to me, I'll give you a few hints.

She's the one that currently has four pairs of flip flops, two pairs of running shoes, a gym bag, a pair of work shoes and her roller blades dropped conveniently (for her) at the front door. If she's going to be out (with my car) and I need something, say like milk (because she drinks it all) and I ask her to pick it up, she will ask me for money for the milk, even though she is working full time and not paying any rent. She will also return my car and thoughtfully remind me that I need more gas, because it's on empty, even though it had a half of tank of gas when she left with it. Did I mention she is working full time and not paying any rent? In my cranky state I truly can't remember. She also doesn't like the yogurt I just bought, a 16 pack on sale for $5.49. She likes the eight pack, the one that's not on sale, with a retail of $5.99. How inconsiderate of me.

To quote what my best male friend said to me recently, "you know, for someone who spent four years at university, she's really not that bright". Amen to that my friend and thanks for listening.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Word of the Day

Addiction: the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.

The computer game, Sims 3, comes out today. This morning in fact. And just because it is now 9:42am and I am headed out the door to Best Buy, which opens at 10am, to purchase a copy of the game has nothing to do with an addiction, it has to do with proper parking lot etiquette that is extended to shoppers early on a Tuesday morning. And just because I might be too busy to update this blog for, I don't know, several months, has nothing to do with me playing countless of hours of this game, nonstop, it has more to do with, say, summer, that's right, I plan on being outside, in the nice weather, keeping a close eye on things, such as the laptop, that might need constant supervision, due to the installation of a new game. See, absolutely no need for me to worry about a thing.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Parenting

My son, who is 17, applied for college last fall, actually, he applied to five colleges. He got into three of them right away and was wait listed for his first choice. He found out a month ago that he didn't get into his first choice, so he opted for his second choice, the only problem is, because he waited to accept the spot, he got wait listed for residence.

We were notified today that in all probability, he is not going to get into residence and we should start looking for something off campus. He will be attending a school a little more than an hour from our home, it's in a town that we are not familiar with and he doesn't know anyone else going to that school. I can't imagine trying to find him a room either by himself or with a group of students (probably not first year students) that met each other while attending school in residence. It means no meal plan, relying on public transportation to get to class, things that I know he is going to struggle with. He's a great son, but he's very quiet and would be lost in this environment. And he's been stressing about it. Every day for the past month he checks his e-mail, hoping to see that his residence request has been approved and he's becoming more and more anxious.

My husband and I made a decision for him. He will not be going away to school in the fall, we both know he's not ready for it. I thought today was going to be a hard day, to try and explain to him that he'll have to apply again, either go back to secondary school for another term or maybe find some classes he can attend at a college here on a part-time basis. But it wasn't hard to explain to him once we started, he's actually happy he's not going, he's feeling relieved. I just wish I could recover from this as fast as he did, but I guess all of this only confirms that we did make the right decision. I hope.