Prom Night - Let the Stress Begin...
Tonight is my son’s Prom. It’s hard to believe, but 28 years ago tonight was also my first Prom and my first date with J.
Who knew that 28 years later, I’d still be with him. It’s shocking actually. Why? Well, I didn’t really like him much at the time. He was an ass - outspoken and rude. The only reason I agreed to go to the Prom with J was that he had a car. Shallow I know, but it sure beat the other option of getting “dropped off” by my parents and waiting for my date to get dropped off by his. Turns out, being a giant ass was just part of the charade to get me to notice him. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still an ass, but on a slightly less offensive and irritating scale…most of the time…
Anyhow, I will be leaving work early in order to make sure my son has dealt with the minor details of the evening. He’s not one for the details, i.e. picking up his girlfriend’s corsage, putting on matching socks (he thinks white socks are perfectly acceptable with his tux), posing for pictures, etc. etc. Actually his getting annoyed with all the details and our conversation this morning went something like this:
The Boy: This prom thing is a lot of work and I don’t see what all the fuss is about. What a waste of time and money. It’s stressing me out.
Me: Whose time and money are you talking about? By the way, you don’t know the first thing about stress.
The Boy: My time. Your money and I DO know what stress is and right now, you’re giving it to me.
The Boy: I love you. Can I have some money for lunch?
Ahhh, kids…gotta love them.
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