I'll be in my
It's 3:45pm so I know Hubby isn't home.
I vaguely remember setting the 'at home' setting on the alarm, so a burglar isn't talking to my 15 year old.
I shake the cobwebs from my brain and realize yes, that is the deep, hormonal, very masculine voice of my 12 year old son.
That very son who is inching taller over me more and more every day.
That very son who at 2am wakes me from my slumber to again assume a burglar is in our home, but it's really my boy rummaging through our refrigerator.
I don't know if he went to bed and woke hungry or hadn't hit the pillow yet.
That boy has never gone to bed early since infancy.
Just a size and a half away from wearing dad's shoes, this boy is becoming a man.
It's pretty weird for me.
Being a girl and all, I know all the girl changes DQ has gone through and this is more Hubs' territory.
Clothes are now purchased in the men's department.
Socks are smelling pretty rank these days, pits aren't nature's bliss either.
Luckily, the sophomore is giving him skin tips and he's showering regularly, so he's staying pretty hygienic.
He's also in junior high now, and that means he wants to do something I've never let any of the kids do...walk home from school with friends.
This is a toughie letting go of control for sure.
My job as a work at home mom is that I'm available for the kids.
I pick them up from school.
Now the elementary school was two blocks away.
I didn't let them walk...well except for that ONE TIME HE WILL NEVER LET ME LIVE DOWN.
The junior high is over a mile away.
Needless to say, I stalked him on day one....and possibly day 3.
But, he made it home on those days WITHOUT A CELL PHONE as he's now begging for.
Oh these milestones and this growing up thing is just going too fast I tell ya.
I'm aging faster than my hair dye purchases can keep up with.
It's hard letting go.