What Day is it?

After three straight days of volleyball and then three hours shopping for a prom dress (no luck) I don’t even know the date this morning.

I have a lot to say. And I will. Eventually. But first, I need to catch up here. Brett is home sick today. I haven’t been in the office pretty much since Thursday afternoon and the two boys have been home by themselves since Friday. You can see that I’ll be busy.

We arrived home to this picture yesterday. Sarah was asleep when we pulled up. I had to wait about five minutes for her to be awake enough to even notice it.

It’s hard to read but basically it says, “Sorry this is late” (he had already asked her by phone). The beach ball reads, “Prom?” and the other lettering reads, “with Matt?”

I had started a post last week about the break-up between Sarah and PJ. But it just became too much. So, here is the condensed version:

Girl is “unhappy”. Breaks up with Boy.
Girl cries for two days.
Girl gets back together with Boy.
Boy comes by house. Boy ignores parents.
Girl gets butt chewed.
Girl is still “unhappy” with Boy and wants advice from Mom.
Mom not that stupid.
Girl breaks up with Boy. Boy wants Girl to be “happy”.
Girl and Boy decide breakup is “mutual” and “amicable”.
Break-up turns ugly.
Break-up announced on Facebook (aka cnn.com).
Girl’s cell phone rings immediately. And buzzes endlessly.
Girl’s home phone rings immediately. Doesn’t stop.
Girl is (and who knew) hot commodity.
Friend of Girl’s Brother calls and asks Girl to Prom. As “friends”.
Girl says yes, knowing Brother’s Friend has had a crush on her for two years.
Yes…two years.
Boy begins calling and texting and IMing Girl.
Misses Girl. Says, “don’t go to Prom with Brother’s Friend”.
Mom chimes in with, “don’t even think about it”.
Mom now stuck with helping Girl find Prom dress. And shoes.
Stupid Mom.

4 thoughts on “What Day is it?

  1. You are not stupid!How about this alternative ending…Smart Mom talks silly hormonal, emotional girl out of being controlled by how bad she feels for boy and even though it costs Mom a small fortune, which by the way, is the name of the stinkin game lately, Mom is happy that girl has moved on.

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