It's pretty easy being a parent to our youngest son. No curve balls. I'm not new here you know. I've owned a 14 yr old before.
It's a little different with our oldest. I've never been a mom to a 17 yr old. It seemed as if, for awhile there, we were creating new rules everyday. I finally started feeling a little at ease. He knows when to call/text me, what time to be home, blah, blah, blah. Now he's thrown me...no stone here, but a huge honking boulder.
He and two friends want to take a road trip to Florida. That's over 20 hrs drive my friends.
I love him with all my heart. My boys are my everything. Having said that....This kid is driving me NUTS! I am so stressed! My nerves are shot. My hair is falling out...not kidding. I'm getting zits...again no joke! He might as well pull my insides out and flush them down the toilet.
So now I'm pulling new rules out of my butt... Four boys need to go so two can sleep/two can drive. I need to know the boys going. I want cell numbers of boys. I want phone numbers of their parents. I want a map of the their route. I'm going to want calls, calls, calls.
There are more rules...I just don't know what they are at the moment.
I have given him all the tools he needs to make good decisions. I'm still going to worry. Why is it not ok for me to say that?
People think I'm a nut-job because I say I'm worried. I'm not worried about him or his friends doing the right thing. It's all those freaks out there who are one crime away from being on America's Most Wanted.
I just wish he wouldn't roll his eyes at me all the damn time. I mean, I trying here you know. I'm giving him room to learn, grow, fly...but I'm freaking out here!
I know I'm missing more rules.