Okay, how many of you have kids that have sugar hangovers and the beginnings of head colds from canvassing neighborhoods all evening last night? Yeah, me, too.
Today I'm copping out and not doing a "real" P.T. post. Instead, I am officially decreeing today at my house "G.A.T.B." Day. That's right, today is officially Give a Teen a Break Day at casa Get in the Car.
Last night I shadowed thirteen seventh graders as they ate pizza then hit up forty-two blocks for confections. They were awesome. They weren't out of control, they stayed together, and everyone was genuinely kind to everyone else. You could have knocked me over with a Twix bar. And, I laid eyes on the boy my daughter has a crush on. In a case of mistaken identity, I had assumed her Jake was this skateboarding boy who looks like he's been a latch-key kid since he was three. This Jake, well, he's a sweet kid. My heart can rest a little easier for the time being. Double bonus, his parents are amazing, and he shook my hand when he met me. NOT that this means Maddie can date before she's seventeen. It just means I approve of her crush and told her so. Does that jinx things?
Last night, as I supervised the twelve and thirteen year-olds my husband was across town running after Jacob, Chloe, and friends while pushing Jack in the stroller. He came home and pronounced the kindergarten through fifth grade set total maniacs. Apparently it is easier herding a bunch of feral cats than keeping sugar-starved young ones in a cohesive group. Who knew my night would be easier?
Hope everyone is detoxing from the evening's festivities.
