Bad news first.
Having a middle school-aged child has brought along with it a whole new set of rules to get used to, for all of us - parents and child. Oh, excuse me, the correct term is preteen.
Along with the advanced status of his, well . . .being, comes a whole new set of ideas and ways of thinking. Mainly that I, the parent of the preteen, know nothing about his world.
Oh, child - yes I said child - my memory is not that bad. I remember those days well. Too well.
A few minutes ago, I received a phone call from said middle schooler asking to stay after school and watch the girls softball game.
"Come again?" I said to the voice on the other end of the unknown cellphone which somewhat resembled my sons voice. (I think it is so weird how they are able to change their voices when they are talking in front of their friends but are seemingly unable to stop speaking in a cartoon voice when home, don't you?)
Anyway, yes, here he was calling to see if it was okay with me if he stayed after school to partake in the watching of a GIRLS SOFTBALL game with his friends. After contemplating all the various ways he could be abducted and then realizing that nobody is going to steal a 6th grader surrounded by friends and parents of friends, I agreed to let him stay.
And as much as I wanted to scream: DON'T DO DRUGS!!!! into the phone like that mother in Almost Famous, I restrained myself.
The bad news is that I don't think my heart can take much more of this, and tonight is curriculum night at his school, where I'll be forced to listen to all the ways he is going to betray and defy me in the coming years.
Good news is that I am going to Palm Springs in a few short weeks!
Wa-hooooooo! (Not to be confused with the Washington Mutual slogan - you all know why and if you don't by George, read a newspaper)
My oldest and dearest friend (we've been friends since we were 5 & 6 - she's older but who's counting?) invited me to accompany her on a girls trip to her timeshare.
Our itinerary looks something like this:
Cocktails (you get those on the plane ya know)
Shuttle to Palm Springs Tennis Resort (google it, it's gorgeous)
Bonding Girl Time
Morning yoga (my friend is a yoga instructor, I haven't down dogged in 3 months, this should be fun)
Swimming in pool
Sunbathing (with cocktails)
Tennis (she's packing a racket along for me, what a gal!)
I've never been to Palm Springs and frankly, even though it's warm and gorgeous, I wouldn't care if I were spending five days in Fairbanks, Alaska right now - except for the Sarah Palin supporters, that would bug me. I'm just so happy to be going somewhere, anywhere.
So, any tips for the Palm Springs traveler?