11:00pm is still today.

Tonight Nick and I watched "Parenthood."
I enjoy the show because I think that they do a pretty good job of painting a somewhat realistic picture of what it is like to be a family today. Not always, but it's a TV show...

So this episode was about prom.

I spent the whole time holding my breath and wanting to throw up.
Nick just kept spewing ramboesque jargon about "taking people down" and "Opening cans of whup ass" which normally isn't my thing, but in the case was more then appropriate.

I'm sure that I will not be able to survive "prom" night. Yes, I did go to prom and no, my memory of that time does not help me feel any better.
I think that the solution is to just start filling their beautiful little minds full of anti-prom propaganda now and hope that it sticks. I mean if I can get them to make their beds and throw their laundry in the hamper - most of the time - then I should be able to do this...right??


I lost the boy today.
He disappeared while we were dropping pre-k 4 off at school. He ran up the stairs ahead of me and when I got to the top he was gone.

Not normally something that would worry me...actually, under normal circumstances, more of  an excuse to take a short break from parenting and dream of walking through the halls without having to stop at every water fountain, sit in every toddler sized chair or say the words, "Please do not run your fingers along that nasty ledge that has not been cleaned since the building was constructed 89 years ago."


This time was different though, because yesterday he figured out that he was in deed strong enough to open the emergency exit, which leads directly to the parking lot.
After searching, shouting loud enough to attract the attention of more then one other parent and muttering the words, "When I get my hands on him...," - repeatedly -   I hear, "Mama, are you ready to go to the car? I've been waiting here for you."
WHERE???
Behind the door, on the inside of the boys bathroom...duh.