No Boys Allowed

Just as soccer is coming to an end, the days are getting more flexible and schedules aren't choking us with carpooling, enter mid-November.

What, only the 10th.  Well, it's almost the middle.

Tomorrow is my daughter's 12th birthday.  TWELVE, going on thirty.

How does this happen?

Oh yeah, time.

It flies.

I feel it every day as my aging body rebels.

So ten girls, my house, and no plan.

It makes me kinda wacky.

I'm so used to being in control of parties, food, activities, jump house, pinata. Done.

Two hours in and out.

Not now.  My daughter wants a 6 hour party, her own random activities, food, pizza, and cake. 

"I just want to hang mom."

Hang for 6 hours.  With 10 others, in our small house.

STRESS.

Plus I have to pawn off K and My Boy to grandma's because the tween doesn't want distractions.

Like farting noises and screaming toddlers.

I actually understand that, thank goodness tomorrow's a holiday and grandma is off work.  (Thanks Gran and papa, you rock!)

So amid the party planning, there was a slight detour.

DQ wanted to invite 3 boys to the party.

Of course it's not a sleepover, duh, that would be an automatic HELL TO THE NO! But, my daughter has attended birthday and holiday parties with friends that included boys.  Sure, fine.  BUT...

But...this is our house and we say no.

But...3 of these boys may or may not be "boyfriends" of some of the girls attending.

And by may or may not, I mean heavy on the MAY.

No.

Can you imagine the drama of just the 10 girls aged 12 and 13?

Let's NOT throw 3 boyfriends into the mix, i'm not ready to be patrolling the hallway to make sure doors aren't closed.

Oh I think I have to take a xanax just thinking about this.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a trust issue.  It's just not what we're going to do.  We're not going to support it.  Enable it.  Encourage it.

Plus, DQ doesn't know it yet, but she will attend the high school prom with her dad.  No dating until you're 25 darling.  Sorry.

Now, off to buy candy, popcorn, and Mountain Dew.

Can you believe I've never had a Mountain Dew, we've never bought it for our household, yet it's a staple for most tween parties.

Wish me luck.

Channeling My Inner Mama Bear

Last week my son was bullied.

From one of the neighborhood kids.

Only a year older, we've known him for a while, he was on our baseball team a few years back as well.

All summer the kids have been hanging with the neighbors and nothing has come up.

Well, nothing non-sibling related.

My Boy is uber-sensitive.  He came home in tears last week and said of of the boys choked him.

My mama-bear mode came out and growled, WHAT?!  WHO?!

I heard the name and I was seething.  Through the tears I got a half-baked story, though I was not there.

I stomped into the kitchen to tell Hubby to get out there and find that kid.

He wouldn't.  Some facking man-code or something.  Boys will be boys.

UM NOT.

If you don't go out there, I will, and it will not be pretty.

Remember, I enjoy fighting young boys!

Husband would not budge.  I think that's RIDICULOUS and I internally boil.

I have to wait about 5-10 minutes for my own time-out so I don't charge the kid.

Finally, I go out and call for the kid.  He and another kid are next door.

They come over and I calmly try not to rip his head off ask him what the HELL happened.

I get the other half of the half-baked story and I say, "so you weren't being malicious?" A nod no. So I have two stories that don't sound alike in any way.

Again, I was not there.

Bottom line, this kid is on my shit list.

It could have been a total misunderstanding, but he still didn't come over and see how my boy was or say anything related to sorry.

Boy or not, that isn't cool.

I did ask my son, "well did you shove him back, yell at him to let go, defend yourself?" Not hoping that he'd turn evil on his ass, but come on.

He replied, "no mom, I don't want to be a bad kid!"

Sobbing. I had to go to the other room and cry. Yes, I'm raising my son like I want to. Yes, he is a sensitive sweet boy. No he's never had an enemy.

Secretly, yes, I still sort of hoped he'd turn around and slug him back. My boy may be younger but he's a foot taller than him almost.

No, not my shining moment in my mind, but dammit I am my child's advocate.  I will NOT stand for this shit.

People say I should have spoke with the boy's parents.  Truth be told, apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  I know they would hardly care and probably laugh behind my back.

There were no marks.  Believe me, if there had been, the police would also have been involved.  10 year olds can turn into delinquents at any age.

We haven't been home for a few days, haven't seen the boys.  Will my son go back out and be friendly with them?  I've only told him to make the right choices.  But, also continue to let us know if something inappropriate happens.

Ugh.