Friday, 20 January 2017
an ordinary Friday evening
Here we are again, Friday evening. Tomorrow, the alarm clock will only go off at 7:45, rather than 6:20. What a happy thought. I am pleased to say that the week passed without any hiccups, all went to plan. Except the planned dinner for tonight, the ingredients went in the freezer and we ordered pizza. Everyone is happy but the dog. He didn't get any pizza and is now lying in front of me, looking at me with a look that suggest he's just about to call Dogline - if only he had opposable thumbs.
I have been pondering life with teenagers. I feel a bit like a field anthropologist exploring hidden tribes in the jungle. You never quite know what to expect. Sam has been exceptionally good this week, maybe an after effect of 'the serious chat' last weekend. He took the compost to the compost bin when I asked him to, he was rather nice to James and Alistair and he even - ! - agreed to cook a vegetarian option of his Mexican dinner tomorrow. Annie's friend is vegetarian and staying with us. I am not looking forward to this dinner, Sam likes to deep fry and then cover all with cheese. Alas, he ate my Creole beans and rice dish without complaining and I shall eat his dinner with just as much grace. Before you mutter -goody two shoes- , this is the same young man that mentioned in passing that he had failed his maths prelim exam ( down from an A). And it is also the same boy that said 'really mummy, you don't need to worry, there is only one drug dealer at my school and he sells s**t stuff.' Well, that's good to know, I shall not bother then. Did I mention that he threw my black dress on the floor outside my bedroom because it accidentally ended up in his clean laundry pile? What can I say? I guess I should be pleased he gave it back (it is my only black dress).
It ain't boring, being the mother of a sixteen year old. I quite like observing Sam exploring young adult life. It is a bit like watching a scary movie actually, terrifying and yet ever so enjoyable. I want to know but I also don't want to know. I am trying to find a balance between being a friend and being a mother (as in person of authority). Some days I am more successful than others but it is a work in progress and we have a few more years to go. I expect Sam will make it through those teenage years unscathed and will turn out just like his dad. Fun, kind and thoughtful with that hint of stubbornness that is ever so attractive.
Wishing you a very enjoyable weekend. I am also sending love and thoughts to all my American friends. x
P.S. Just to clarify, we don't encourage the use of drugs. Of course we don't!