{"id":1496,"date":"2009-01-14T14:39:07","date_gmt":"2009-01-14T22:39:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/parentingteensblog.net\/?p=125"},"modified":"2009-01-14T14:39:07","modified_gmt":"2009-01-14T22:39:07","slug":"tell-a-teen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2009\/01\/14\/tell-a-teen\/","title":{"rendered":"Tell-a-teen!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.parentingteensblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/10\/razr_phone.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.parentingteensblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/10\/razr_phone-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"razr_phone\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-582\" \/><\/a>Back in the day, ya know, when I was a teenager, struggling to walk too and from school in 29 foot high snowdrifts, uphill BOTH ways, barefoot with only a scrap of fabric for a coat and newspaper for socks, and mittens spun from the fluffy shed fur of the neighbors cat&#8230; and don&#8217;t forget being sick as a dog and possibly bleeding to death because hello, only ACTUAL UNCONSCIOUSNESS was good enough to let you stay home &#8211; back in the day we NEVER missed school! EVER.<\/p>\n<p>(That sound you hear? My mother&#8217;s snort, coupled with rolling eyes, that I can practically see, since she drove me to and from school every single day until I got my own car and drove myself the whole 2 blocks to the high school.)<\/p>\n<p>Since we<a href=\"http:\/\/www.parentingteensblog.com\/living-in-alaska\/\"> live in Alaska<\/a>, though, you know the roads HAVE to be bad if we shut down. After all, we&#8217;re not places like oh, Seattle, or other places that shut down when there&#8217;s like TWO INCHES of snow. In fact we SCOFF at your two inches, and wave about our snow-angles in multiple FEET of snow, as we brush off the cars, put them in 4 wheel drive, and go on about our days.<\/p>\n<p>This morning, I got a text from my son, who I&#8217;d let stay with his friends last night, knowing they&#8217;d be driving into school this morning from beyond the bus routes. One of said friends&#8217; mom is a bus driver, and the busses are running on a 2 hour delay this morning because of road conditions.<\/p>\n<p>You see, after our Deep Freeze? We&#8217;re now sweltering in 36F degree weather! Things are suddenly MELTING! (Like the ice in the hoses to my washer &#8211; YAY LAUNDRY!) There&#8217;s the dulcet sounds of water dripping from the roof, and a thin sheet of ice coats the packed snow, and Mario Bros. sounds from the bedroom as the youngest awaits her fate. With a 2 hour bus delay, do I let her stay home, or make her go&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>After the first text message from my son, I drug my weary behind out from bed to load up the local radio station online so I could hear for myself. Seems the buses may be running 2 hours behind, but the SCHOOLS THEMSELVES are starting ON TIME, for those children who&#8217;s parents take them in, or they walk, or drive themselves.<\/p>\n<p>Interesting. So I passed this little nugget of information on to my son, and since his two possible rides were stuck out there with parents not letting them drive, he&#8217;s pretty much SOL &#8211; snow\/ice day home for him! He made off lucky, and I made sure he knew that I &#8220;was not happy!&#8221; about it. Truth be told, I didn&#8217;t mind so much. With roads that bad, I&#8217;d rather the boys not risk it. But shhhh. Don&#8217;t tell him that!<\/p>\n<p>Then the text alert on my daughters phone started going off. And off. And off. And off. The messages were flying fast and furious &#8211; who was delayed, who had to go to school, who&#8217;s parents were driving, who had convinced their parents to let them stay home&#8230; Before I knew it, I had Peppermist (the child previously known as &#8216;the girl&#8217;) out here with a wailing cry.. &#8220;but MOOOO-OOO-OOOM, I&#8217;d be all ALONE&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>(That sound was MY snort, coupled with MY eyes rolling. Inorite? I am my mother&#8217;s daughter..)<\/p>\n<p>You see, in the time it took for my daughter to get up, pee, and walk to the living room, she already knew that 5 of her 6 friends were staying home, and the last text message arrived confirming the 6th was as well the minute she sat on the couch. Yeah. THAT fast.<\/p>\n<p>A couple calls were made &#8211; there were other kids I was supposed to pick up this morning as my dad was supposed to head out of town, though he didn&#8217;t go anywhere either because of the roads and was waiting for me to appear to steal his car so he could laugh at me. Gee thanks, dad! Finally, we Mom&#8217;s and Nana&#8217;s just collectively tossed up our hands. Screw it. The kids could stay home. All of them.<\/p>\n<p>Once again the text messages FLEW, just before the snoring started up again.<\/p>\n<p>All of this brought to mind something my Dad always said when we were young &#8211; the 3 fastest forms of communication are: Telephone, Telegraph, and Tell-a-Woman. After this morning, I think I can safely amend that to &#8220;Telephone, Telegraph, and Text-a-Teen.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Back in the day, ya know, when I was a teenager, struggling to walk too and from school in 29 foot high snowdrifts, uphill BOTH ways, barefoot with only a scrap of fabric for a coat and newspaper for socks, and mittens spun from the fluffy shed fur of the neighbors cat&#8230; and don&#8217;t forget [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[135,138,140],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1496","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cell-phones","category-communication","category-daughters"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1496","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1496"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1496\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1496"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1496"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1496"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}