There are many things that I want to tell you, bits and pieces, and I’m combining them all in one jumbo post. For absolutely no extra charge. Just because you’re so adorable.
I had an interesting week. I wrote a post about how challenged I feel as a mom of a teenage daughter. I cried a little. And I am so grateful for all the supportive comments.
I also had some great news. My teenage daughter was accepted into two high schools that I absolutely love, and I am so, so proud of her. And of me. Because I was really worried that I’d fucked up the admissions process by doing something wrong. So, relief. And happiness. (These are the private schools, so please send a lot of cash or cash substitutes. We hear from public schools at the end of the month, so I still have a fair deal of anxiety, but at least now I know that she has been accepted to a high school that we all like and that I won’t be forced to homeschool her/force her into show business.)
And then there was the day that I woke up enraged. Because I had a dream that Husbandrinka was having an affair. And when I dream-confronted him, he told me that he still wanted to be friends with me.
I was seething. And he said “how many times are you going to have this dream?” which is typical deflecting. But as I was about to point that out, I realized that Dream Husbandrinka wasn’t my real Husbandrinka, it was some other guy. Hmm. But I decided not to tell him in case he’s one of those lunatics that holds Dream Grudges.
Young Ladrinka was drafted into a baseball division that has a very exciting title. For people who follow baseball for children in a non-weird way, that is. He was nervous about trying out for it, and we encouraged him and he made it.
I warned Mama that we would tell them at dinner and that it was Important so to make Noises of Delight and Pride. And she did. Wow, she said, this is wonderful news. Unfortunately I didn’t warn Papa, so made Noises of Confusion. What does this mean? he asked, probably more puzzled by Mama’s Delight and Pride.
But high school, baseball, kids, grandparents. I write about it, and I complain sometimes, but I know I’m lucky to have this life and I’m very, very grateful.
And to end on a non-wrist-slashy note, yesterday Young Ladrinka told me that he and Mama went to Petco to pass some time while Teenage Daughter was at karate. They saw a few Nickis in the Adopt Us! area and they also saw a cat whose cage card announced that his name was Chuck.
“So, Mom, this guy comes by and says, Chuck? He looks like Chucky! And then he took a pen and added a ‘Y’!”
“Did this man work there?”
“Was it a kid?”
“Why would an adult change a cat’s name?”
“Mama, is this all true?”
“Yes. Many crazy people around. That is why children shouldn’t be unattended.”
It was certainly a close call. I’d hate Young Ladrinka to have come home as Young Ladrinkay.
One year ago ...
- Good News and Also Bad - 2014