Countdown to Prom

Well June 5th is the big day. I am scheduled to drive around girls for hair and make-up appointments and the drama from my daughter's end continues. First they were in the limo with her group, then she was bumped out when her supposed best friend went ahead and booked the limo without her. They told her she could give them her share of the money on Friday, but went ahead and booked the limo on Thursday telling her they couldn't wait another day. There seems to be a disconnect between what I consider friends to be and what she considers friends to be or do. Anyway, another girl and her boyfriend backed out of the limo and now there is a spot open and no one to take it. Could this be Karma??

There is also the disucssion of what to do after the prom if over and the usual suggestion of the group getting a hotel room - her father is against that, and I haven't heard a thing about it - so don't know where we stand on this issue. I suggested a trip to Mt. Washington and a diner afterwards, but after all I am old and what do I know??

Anyway as the days count down for her departure for Pitt Johnstown, I am amazed at how much the drama is ratcheting up. Seven more full days of school, and the tears are flowing right and left. Too many end of year projects, too much to remember, and all I can do is remind her that nothing is forever, and soon this part of her life will be behind her and a new path is opening up. Is she listening? Don't know - bit I am hoping that the drama will end, and she begin moving toward her adult life with open arms.

What Fresh Hell

Every day with the mail comes some new form or new bill or new fee to be saved for. Today's mail was no different. Sitting in an envelope on the dishwasher is an official letter from UPJ asking two things: one that my daughter register for orientation (sigh) and two that if her parent(s) are coming that they each pay a $25 orientation fee. Now the envelope was unopened and I don't know if the concept of "mail" is so different that my daughter doesn't remember she has to open the stuff to read it or what, but my guess is that it sat unopened for at least two days. Since it had her name or parents of...I opened it put it open at her seat at the table and will begin the process of reminding her to register. I told my son that someone jokingly said my super hero name should be "the slacker" and my son told me it should be "the nagger." That's the truth.

First Post

I'm going to use this first post to explain my blog. This if for anyone to read who has a son or daughter going off to college soon. I can't even explain all the stuff that is going on in my head right now trying to plan and be organized for this. In a sense I am ready for this step emotionally (so I think),but there is so much else going on - like out of the blue she wants black sheets with a pink quilt. Where does this stuff come from?