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Saturday, Dec. 03, 2005 @ 8:18 pm
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It's so bad, its funny

You know you have a teenager in the house when:

You buy 30 cans of pop and by the next day there are barely 7 or 8 cans left. You are apparently the caffiene dealer of the entire neighborhood

Your son talks like an adult one minute and tantrums like a 3 year old the next.

The 70's and 80's are refferred to as "way back when" They weren't that long ago were they?

You have the local pizza place on speed dial

You have the joy of disciplining somebody who is taller than you.

Just when you realize how little you know, somebody is more than happy to point it out to you, because they now know it all

Thinking back on the stunts of your own teen years gives you nightmares when you think of your child doing the same thing

The oldies you loved as a kid are suddenly new again. "You did not used to listen to Pink Floyd as a kid mom"

Doing the dishes means first hunting down and rounding up all the missing dishes, many of whom have found there way to your son's room only to become permanently missing in action

Your son's friends spend so much time over, you feel like you've adopted them.

Slammed doors are a form of punctuation

Instead of popping in the bathroom to ask you "whatcha doin in there mommy", they now bang on the door and demand to know when you are gonna get out and why are you taking so long, as they need to get in there for the next forever.

The body spray and body wash scents are so thick you can see the cloud.

The cost of "toys" is suddenly a lot more expensive

You suddenly realize that this person is going to be an adult in less time than it took him to get this far, and very shortly will loose on the world.

The baby years seem like a lifetime ago

The dangers have graduated from strangers, crossing the road, and household poisons, to drugs, sex, and violence. And a kiss will no longer heal the boo boos.

Your once fluent in English child is now using phrases you have no idea what they are talking about.

You find yourself getting hit upside the head with mood swings from every direction.

You have puberty and premenopause in the same household.

You have to keep reminding yourself that someday you will all sit down and laugh about this....hopefully

Warren had Jasper over again last night, after I dropped them off for a couple hours to see Aeon Flux with Jasper's girlfriend. Another milestone was met. Warren and his friends are now going to movies sans chaperone. I realize this isn't the biggest deal, but to me its another step away. He socializes without me, has friends and a life I'm not part of. This letting go stuff is harder than it sounds.

While they were at the movie I spent the gross national product of a small third world nation on some supplies (as my son loved to say "we need to do some power shopping mom"). I better not hear a single word about there being nothing to eat for a long long time. It was also nice to go to Barnes and Noble and read for an hour or so with out hearing "are you done yet, can we go, aren't you finished yet". Just me and Calvin & Hobbes, and my d'peache mode (Jones Soda) and a rocky road brownie. I went to sleep by 11pm. They were up all night playing PS2.

My son just informed me, the banging I was yelling about last night was Warren winning a bet that he could climb out his window and run around to the front of the house, with no coat in his BAREFEET!!. Of course the door was locked so he had to bang on it. Did I mention the temperature last night was in the single digits. He's becomming a man already.


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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.