Monday, July 26, 2010

Hide nor hair......

My wee boy was away at camp last week. I missed him terribly. There was no one here to make piles of laundry. Or leave a sink full of cheese encrusted plates. No one to give my last ten bucks to. No one to bicker with Googie..... Sniffle, sniffle

Truthfully, I missed him.

I missed his walk up behind me surprise back rubs.

I missed his funny stories.

I don't like when the kids that are supposed to be here aren't.

It's not quite as horrible as when they move out for good and you really have a huge gaping hole in your heart....

The no good ones that forget to call you for days and days and days...forcing you to turn into "Stalker Mom"...

"Mom, is something wrong?" missing child asks "you've called my phone like 56 times, and I think I just saw you circle my block in your car"

Anyway my point here is that when my chickadees are away this mama chick is all discombooberated (yes, I know that is not the word, but this is my blog and I can misspell, misuse and miss what ever the heck I want to, including, but not limited to my missing children).

So at camp they are told not to bring their phones.

My son, the wee missing one, is often sometimes a rule breaker stretcher.

To take his phone away for a week would be tantamount to an appendage being removed.

"I'll hide it in my pillowcase" he tells me.

When I begin to protest, he seals the deal... "if I don't have a phone, I can't call you for a week and you will have no idea what is going on in my life, you won't know if I'm alive or dead, I could be a victim of one of those teenage camp killers, I could be kidnapped and you wouldn't even know it". (Okay, he really didn't say those last few things, but hey remember... its my blog and I'm allowed to embellish if I want to).

"Take the phone kid" I say  "and if you get caught...I had NO knowledge of it going to camp with you".

Like a good son he texted me each and every night....

Well, each and every night until Wednesday.

On Tuesday he sent this....

On Wednesday, when I hadn't heard from him and it was time for me to hit the sack I wigged out got mildly concerned.

When I woke up in the middle of the night (It wasn't quite that late) and there was still no message I sent him a text.

(I have been accused (maybe once or twice) of being a bit preoccupied dreamy sometimes when my kids are trying to tell me something.

I will admit that on occasion I do zone out get overwhelmed and appear to not be paying much attention.

And I suck when it comes to texting so I keep them short and sweet and for the life of me I can't seem to find the patience to switch from option to option to get the proper punctuation marks so often the kids need to "read between the lines" when they get a text from me.

I wondered why he hadn't texted me and I needed to know when to pick him up from the drop off point.

In other words..where are you and when are you coming home...)

His reply.....

Are you kidding me....?!


You're WHERE???

At camp?


"Hey Googie" I asked the day after I got that text "have you noticed something missing around here?"

"Seems a bit quiet...I can't quite put my finger on it...but something is missing".

What.... the..... frick?? Does this kid think I smoke crack?

I KNOW WHERE THE HELL MY KID IS....(at least I like to give that impression).


  1. Hello! I've been away for a while, catching up again this morning ... 'discombooberated' is a fantastic word, I'm definitely going to try and use it in a conversation today. Oh, and your son sounds hilarious, no wonder you miss him! N

  2. I have a 'no good' one and a 'missing one' also... and even though I have three other perfectly-capable-of-driving-me-to-the-point-of-distraction-and-wine children , I still miss the other two! What is it with us? :0)
    Just last night, on my way home from being out with the other three as they created mayhem and destruction in their wake, I thought out loud, I sure do miss him (the missing one, going on his second week at camp)... The oldest one in the vehicle and the only girl (who also happens to be 16, a malady that has it's own series of issues) could not believe that I was missing him, just because this is his second week in a row being gone! *sigh* They will never understand... until they are mothers!


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