Groceries, Teenagers and Larry the Cable Guy!

So we finally refilled that pantry after the twinlets extended absence from home. The house looks like a tornado hit, but the pantry and their tummies are full, so I can deal with the rest tomorrow.

As I sit here typing, my daughter is sitting on my lovely king-sized bed (which was a post-divorce "To Me, From me, With Love" present. She's got her sponge rollers out and she's putting her hair up ala 1940's style rag-curls. I wish I could figure out how to post pictures on this blog, because I'd love to show you what she looks like at the moment. Of course, I don't think she'd apreciate it. So, in all due time I'll figure out the picture thing and then there'll be illustrations to go along with the stories (which I think always makes a story MUCH better).

So anyway, Larry the Cable Guy just came on TV and she asked me if I would make HIM her "New Dad". OMG....I nearly fell out of my chair. Larry the Cable Guy? Hello?? Does my child think I have no taste in men? Is she trying to tell me something?

I responded that I might consider Ron White, alcoholic that he is, but at least he is tremendously funny, not hard on the eyes, and probably boinkable (well, hopefully, unless the liquor makes that...well, tricky). But Larry the Cable Guy? I don't farking think so, my dear.

Her twin brother heard this conversation and popped in to my room to back her up. WHAT? My son also thinks I have horrible taste in men?

When did this happen? I haven't really dated much since their Dad and I split up. I've kind of been busy....working full time, keeping a home, going from work to children's activities and just generally raising twins single-handedly takes a lot of time and effort. Which leaves very little time for dating and adult fun. I mean, how in the heck do other single moms get remarried and remarried and remarried again? Don't you have to do some dating to make a wedding happen (nevermind 3 or 4 weddings)?? I've always been under that impression. *sigh*

Of course, I don't for a minute think the twinlets were serious about Larry....they couldn't be, could they?

And now that her hair is up in her sponge curlers that make her look like a 1940's pin up girl (think Rosie the Riveter), with a nice little bandana wrapped around her head, she has left her mess on my bed and poppoed on out of my room. Such fun.

And you know what? In just three more school years, the fun will be over. My kids will be old enough to vote! To fly the coop! To live where they want, with whom they want and there won't be anything I can do about! Where has the time gone?

Tonight we were in Walmart. The same Walmart I took the kids to when they were in preschool. I was in the detergent aisle and I heard a little girl sing-songing one aisle over. For some strange reason, I started to cry as the realization that I missed this sound washed over me. Literally, while I stood there and enjoyed a sound that I don't get to hear all that often anymore, I boo-hooed. That sing-song thing little girls do is a sound that used to drive me to distraction when my kids were little and I was rushed and trying to get things bought so we could go home, put it away, cook dinner, take baths and get to bed before 9pm.

And now...I would give anything to have those days back...for just a little while.

I miss my little babies. They're growing up so fast. When they were 4 or 5, Larry the Cable Guy wouldn't have even been remotely interesting to them. They would have said "oh gross Mom", and I would have agreed (well, I still agree). But anyway....now they're 15...and he's "cool"?

Good grief. Is that what having young adult children is going to be like? Their sense of humor is twisted, they're quite opinionated (and that isn't necessarily a good thing, I might add, since we often disagree), and getting them to do things my way isn't quite the easy thing it once was.

I long for the days when a trip to Walmart meant $150 in groceries that would last two weeks or more. With a few songs from my daughter thrown in for good measure, a major dash across town to put the food away, dinner, a bath--during which *I* told the funny stories (not Larry), and bedtime by 9pm.

You remember that commercial "It's 10pm, do you know where your kids are?"

Well, it's currently 12:30 am. I know where my kids are. They're home. They're awake....and they're trying to fix me up with Larry the Cable Guy! Oh my.