Beaver, the 15 year old, asked if he could go to a friend's house tonight to watch a movie. Let me clarify - a girl's house. I was completely fine with this. Really. Until.......he asked if he could come home after baseball tryouts and take a shower BEFORE going to her house. Beaver is boy. Therefor, Beaver smells. Smells don't bother Beaver. In fact, he can't smell himself. Which amazes me. Because, well, he stinks! But now he's asking if he can shower his sweaty 'lil stinky self before he goes to watch a movie - with.a.girl.
Do you think it's time we have "the talk"?
(Beaver, if you ever read this, know that I love you more than life itself. Even if you are a bit odorifous at times, I still love you very much. Please don't drag me on to Dr. Phil and tell the whole world about how you grew up to have no self-esteem because your mother was always asking you if you took a shower and remembered to put deodorant on. Ok, honey? I love you tons. xoxo)
How much wine can a mother drink - when she finds out her son is growing up - and not be considered a lush? Ah to hell with it. I'm about to have an 18 year old son in less than 8 days, I'll turn 40 in less than 7 months and now my baby is falling for a girl! I guess it's safe to assume that 'ole June will be slushy-lushy for many more months to come.