Oh. my. god.

So, the boy calls from school today and says that he forgot his permission slip and the money for the class camping trip, so I head over there to get that to him – we didn’t know if he’d be able to go on the camping trip until today as it was, as he had to pull up his grades – a single F and he wouldn’t be able to go. Right up until MOnday, he still had an F in math. He was told today if he passed his test, he’d have a C- and be able to go.

He passed his test. Yay!

Not only that – but Mrs. W stopped me in the hall and said “He has SO picked up the ball here – he’s really made signifigant strides, and he won’t be seeing me next year – unless he comes to visit because he misses me. Which of course he will. Right?” and he rolled his eyes. He was in danger of retention through first and second quarter, started to pull up the grades in the third quarter, and it’s looking like he’ll finish a year without a single F – one D and then everything else C’s and above. I can live with that.

I’ll let HIM live for that. *L*

Anyway – so after that, he drops the bomb on me. “Mom! Tonight’s the last dance of the year, means I get to go too, cept I was sick yesterday so not sure if I can go can you talk to Mrs. M for me?”

Me – “You get to do WHAT??!?!?!”

So I go talk to Mrs. M, she says that yeah, since he was at school today, he was good to go to the dance and she’d make sure his name was on the list, and it was all good.

Well. it’s all good for THEM! what about ME?!?

My little baby boy – off to his FIRST SCHOOL DANCE?!?! oh. my. god!

So he says “Mom! Call Aunt J. and see if she can cut my hair!” and then minor panic because she couldn’t so it’s an emergancy call to the haircutters, and Miss Holly snuck him in at 4 o’clock to get that wild mane of hair into nicely buzzed control again. Then it was “My slacks are missing a button!” so it’s off to gramma’s for a needle, I had thread, and buttons. SHe didn’t have any but gave us some cash and we were gonna buy a button set, but well, the pants were too small. So! Another pair of slacks, that were quickly washed, checked to be sure they were in good condition, his favorite shirt grabbed, the rip in the seam sewed up quickly (needed that needle after all!) and then we got him fed, and dressed and through it all – momma was panicing.

He’s just a BABY!

So – he submitted to a couple pictures even…

Now – that second picture, I pouted and said “You are not old enough!” and he rolled his eyes “No mom. I’m old enough. YOU are not old enough. Now take the darn picture will you?” and I sniffled. I snuck the one below as he walked into the dance.

So, the dance was from 6-8, and I dropped him off on time, and about 7pm I was feeling smug because he called and said that he was bored and wanted to come home. Ahha! So he wasn’t quite ready! And so I went and picked him up and then….

Then I found out the real reason.

The girl he’s had a crush on since, like, birth, was there. This is her first school dance too. But she was there with her boyfriend. My boy’s heart was broken. “I know now I’ll never have a chance with C, mom. She was there with her boyfriend.”

Oh man. Suddenly, I was no longer worried about my well being as he was growing up, but suddenly it was “that bitch broke my baby’s heart! how DARE she!” but in true Good mom form, I just told him he’d have plenty of chances in the years to come, and he’d get himself a girl far too soon for my liking I was sure.

So now he’s playing his gameboy, and I’m here sharing my pain with all of you, and now I’m off to do still more on my Senior Project, that along with all this growing up stuff, is bound to put me in an early grave. *L*

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And I pulled a muscle in my upper back that hurts like a bitch. Damn. Ow’s all the way around.

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But! Lookit them pictures -ain’t my boy a STUD? *Grins*