What's A Mom To Do? Your Thoughts Please!
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May 2005
Sigh...
Ok, when you go back to your parents house during the summer how do you do it? What works? What does not work?
I understand that college kids are slow to get back into curfews, allowances, chores but I am stumped as for what is real.
We have asked our darling, wonderful and very social son to be home at a certain time during the week(11:00pm) and another time on the weekends(2:00am). We need to sleep, work and know that he is in safe.
We ask that he get up in time to get himself to work at the jobs that we got for him. I have driven him this whole week!
We ask that he not spend all his money( that we give him) in one day. Everyday I am opening my wallet giving him more money. His dad don't play that.
We ask that he not come in our house BLAZED. He comes in semi-blazed...thinks I am stupid...His dad is asleep when he crawls in.
He is cool with respecting the vehicles and he does clean up after himself ...mostly.
Am I doin' way too much? You know how dad's are. They are quick to say: "Get out of MY house"... I have given him the whole downstairs for the Summer. Husband says: That level is in the mortage too...
I just wanna have a nice Summer...HELP!!!
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Da_Rodfather wrote:Sed_Ated wrote:Do what you gotta do. It'd be a shame for all that stuff to go to waste tho. *cough* 12 Apollo Lane, Baltimore Maryland 21133. Some more Jordans for the collection would be taken open-handedly.College Mom wrote:Major THANKS to all of you! I really needed the laughs as well. Church was good even though I was frontin' with folks. They was all asking bout' son and how nice it must be to have him home from college and blah, blah, blah... I could see their mouths movin' but I wasn't hearin' nuthin. They don't know his **** is AWOL...sadly, church folks are also the LAST folks to be tellin your business too...They all luv him and were asking where was he this morning? I lied in the Lord's house and said that he was probably going to be at the 11:00am service... Being all black middle class is a burden too. No one keeps it real like many of you. I have to call the family "outcast" for the backup that I am about to need. They do love him but many say he been needing his **** whooped for a long time...tell us when AND..."can I hold sumthin'? :o So, about yesterday late afternoon...: Hubby and I "found" him. He all claimin' he tried to call, he should have called and all that. I asked him which was it? Movin on, he had the NERVE to tell us that he would be home at 1:00AM(!). Hubby went bad. He even had me a tad bit scared... The result we NEVER saw son. He came into the house (even though we had a big ole note on the doe, basically tellin him to not go in until we got back...) while we were out, ate, left dishes and did not re-set the house alarm. I guess that stands for "F" you mom and dad? This afternoon, I am going to let go and let God. That is part one. Next, I am going to ask God to forgive me for the things that I am about to do... Son's got 50 zillion pairs of Jordons, twice as many hats, expensive shirts, priceless jeans...every electronic gadget known to man and ninety nine "gals" callin here AND on my cell. I been Mrs. nice, educated, upstanding, mom of popular son covering fo' his ****. The options as I see them are quite numerous...First, I mo pray some more...
Eh dawg. What can I say? I love me some J's.

pray for him to..
My one good friend in the organization stepped in and said: "Gasp, did you all hear about Sideshow last night? AND did you hear about the party that so-in-so's daughter gave and that the police had to come?" My other associate chimed in with the details of these two events as "all" these moms are scared of Oakland's Sideshow and the fact that our kids LOVE to be their with our cars.
I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to think around this cow. Well, she wanted more of me so she said: "Well my son said that he saw your son at the party. You did not know that he was at the party? Didn't he mention it? My son also said your son has a cast on his arm. WHAT happend to him???" ( YO son talk to damn much" is what I wanted to say) My friend answered for me and in the best Jack and Jill tone said: "Well, we all can't know everything about our kids like you do. It is time to start the meeting."
During the meeting I was trying to figure out how to leave early as now my friend and my associte had sternly mouthed to me that : "we need to talk." After the meeting I quietly told them that I had a lot going on and that we would talk next week. One confided that she knew somthing was up and that she missed church because she had to whoop HER son's you know for coming in at 4 this mornin'. Her arm was spranged and she was still mad. The other said:"girl, I had to slap the you know what out of my daughter last night. They home from college and they actin like fools! (these are all Freshmen by the way) I quietly said that I still had never hit my son. They said if you don't put a foot up his you know then he would continue to run over me. We Jack and Jill "dapped" and I went down the hill I went to my house on the other hill.
Walked in and who the heck was sittin up in the Livin' room lookin like he was two years old...um, hmmm! HIM! I was cool. My husband was talkin' with him. Son looked at me like, please mom, I am sorry. :sad: I spoke and went to put my things down. Hubby came into the room where I was and said that they had been talkin' for about an hour. I listened and said ok.