Well, That Was Uneventful
My holiday weekend was quiet as planned. I did a little shopping, got some extra sleep, ate my weight in fresh cherries, read a book, made a huge dent in my scrapbooking and supervised a small get-together of The Teenager’s friends for the fireworks on the Fourth.
It was an impromptu gathering-set in motion by the fact that one of The Teenager’s classmates is moving away this week and The Teenager and her friends wanted a chance to say goodbye to him as well as wanting a fun place to watch the fireworks; our house was perfect on both fronts.
Because it was The Teenager’s first coed party and because, contrary to popular opinion, I don’t want to be responsible for her dying of embarrassment; I did my best to be as inconspicuous as possible throughout the evening.
My parental supervision consisted of frequent stealth visits to the yard where the kids were gathered on the trampoline before dark. after dark, I insisted that the porch light be left burning until the fireworks started which, actually occurred much later than originally planned due to a thunderstorm that blew through town.
Once the fireworks began, however, I allowed the porch light to be turned off and then paid the Man-Cub five dollars to observe the party through his night vision goggles. He reported no attempts at kissing or handholding and only a couple of instances of nose-picking so; all was well.
Once the fireworks ended, I drove two of the boys home because I didn’t want them to walk six blocks in the dark. They thanked me for my concern and agreed that it was, indeed, quite dark. Kaz, who was spending the night with us, voiced concern about Rabies-infected bears while The Teenager suggested the dangerous possibility of giant man-eating snakes or, god forbid, radioactive spiders.
Personally, I was thinking of the danger posed by pedophiles but, you know, why ruin their innocence at this point?
And, everyone made it home safe and we can mark another successful Fourth of July on the books. It may not have been the most exciting of holidays but I can say I got a lot accomplished and, with any luck, we will make up for the quiet with a raging Belated Fourth of July porch night later this week.
After all, there is no rule that says we should only celebrate our independence once a year. And, if there is, I don't want to hear about it.
That sounds lovely. We spent our 3 day weekend preparing for the party and then cleaning up after the party!ReplyDelete
The Teenager is lucky to have you!ReplyDelete