The social life of Man-Child I continues unabated. This year, the social life of Man-Child II has caught up, and almost leapfrogged his brother. It’s amazing how quickly one is sucked into the vortex that is teenage parties and “gatherings” (for the un-initiated the two are VERY different), and therefore the associated role of playing taxi and ensuring you know where they are going, when, with whom, what time they will be home, etc etc.
The other night Man-Child II and I had a rather heated debate about a forthcoming party. As it was for a special friend, he wanted to go to the “after party” at the birthday girl’s house (well in fact his GIRLFRIEND – can you tell I am still in shock?) and was to be dropped home at 1am by a very generous parent. But the reason for the fight, was that he was asking to be home later!!!! And five of the boys wanted to stay at someone’s house together, and no doubt be up until 3am in the morning – not on your life.!
I thought we were being very, very generous in allowing him to be out that late given his age (fourteen). Of the parties my boys have attended, the latest finish time to date has been 11.30pm, plenty late enough in my view. I was so concerned about the apparent intent of the boys that I contacted a couple of the other mums, just to give them the heads up. I was relieved to discover that in fact their boys were not even to attend the after party, so relatively we actually looked “slack” for once.
I subsequently confirmed with Man-Child II that some of his mates would in fact not be attending the after party. I also extracted an apology and he even acknowledged that he was extremely lucky to be allowed out until 1am. The vision of the irrational, very angry, screaming teenager who “hated” me with such passion will remain, and no doubt repeat itself many times in the coming years. As will the vision of the parent standing their ground and just saying “no” repeatedly, because they refused to bow to the whims of a teenager who thinks he is an adult.
At this rate I can’t wait until they’re 25 and nice again!