Bear visited a friend at his off campus apartment over the weekend.
He came home with an odd request and an apartment application.
Bear wants to leave home to attend school.
He would leave in August... a bit before his sister permanently changes her address.
I'm not ready to be totally empty nested...not ready at all.
No matter where Bear chooses to attend school, one thing is perfectly clear...
Bear should be going to school to become an attorney.
Like a good attorney, his mind is lightening fast.
And so are his retorts, his counters, and his comebacks.
He exhausts me.
He overwhelms me.
He pecks at my nerves and my reserves until I wave a white flag and wimper "uncle".
The life of a third child, I guess.
You have to be loud (not to mention convincing and rhetorically gifted)...
You have to be all that...or maybe just be able to play your mother like an old fiddle.
So Bear wants to leave me.
And our happy home.
For every rebuttal I had, Counselor Bear had seven.
Finally, he brought up "date night"...
Daddio and I reserve Friday nights as "date night"...
We ask that our grown children make plans to be away from home for the evening.
Go somewhere, out to eat, to the show, give your Dad and I some alone time.
In other words, kids, if the house is a rockin don't come a knockin...
Bear is not so understanding about date night... (he's made it clear as day that he doesn't want to lose his "baby of the family" status)...
He sends texts on date night...
"how much longer do I have to stay away from home?" he will ask...
WOW...talk about a cold shower.
or, on Saturday morning he will complain,
"do you have any idea how much gas can be wasted circling the block for hours waiting for your parents to be done doin what-evvvvvver it is that they may be doing that they want you to leave the house for?"
(he really does say stuff like that)
"The nasty" Bear, that's what they call "it" right...?" sometimes I just can't help myself.
So yesterday as Bear was pleading his case as to why he should be allowed to move from the safety of our home and into a wild bachelor pad some 140 miles from his dear and devoted mother...
The wheels in his brain were cranking so fast I was smelling smoke...
As his closing argument, using all the charm of an award winning furniture salesman Bear delivers his final statement...
"Just think" Bear says "you and Dad could have date night every night..you could have DATE WEEK"!!!!!!
Daddio, in passing, replied "what are you trying to do kid? kill me?"
My gut tells me this issue is not going to find a place on the back burner.
Bear is on a mission.