Is it nice out yet?

I’m feeling quite restless lately. I guess this is what they call ‘Spring Fever’? We were spoiled with a few nice days of sun and 70 degree weather. On Tuesday, that bitch Mother Nature decided to dump a few inches of snow on us. I threw a sheet over my poor, overly sensitive dwarf lilac. This is the kind of weather that killed half of it the first year I planted it. That’s what Ohio likes to do. It gives you a taste of spring, luring you in, making you think you’ve finally made it. You go outside, work in the yard, cut down your dead perennials you didn’t get cut down in the fall, mix up the soil in your raised beds and start planning this year’s garden and flower beds.

Then, slam. Snow. HA HA. You fell for it again. Stupid Ohioan. When will you learn?

Teh child is proving to be more of a handful. Perhaps it is Mister’s reluctance to let her start spreading her wings and making her own mistakes. Perhaps it is because she is testing the limits. Perhaps it is both. She is, for the most part, a normal teenager. As normal as one can be when coming from divorced parents. Her choice in friends leaves much to be desired, but she continues to score good grades at school, and we have yet to catch her sneaking out of the house at four in the morning, so there isn’t much we can do. Other than know the dishonest friends will end up hurting her feelings, haven’t we all been there? I know I was.

Just last night Mister decided enough was enough, after being called to pick her up at the other side of the lake at the last minute, because she knew she wouldn’t be home by her curfew. (We live near a small lake, there are two small villages on said lake, ours and the one we call “the other side”) This was not the first time. Also it was not the first time we were not informed she was trekking to the other side, instead she just announces she is “going for a walk”.

At her mother’s (I hate calling her that, that makes it seem as if she made an attempt at parenting) she was given free reign. No bedtime, no curfew, no rules. Fend for yourself. Not so at our house. Of course, we also supply her with regular meals, an allowance, lunch money, and some structure. So I guess she gets the good with the bad: the bad being ‘rules’. Anyway, he said that wasn’t going to happen again, if she goes to the other side, she must be back to our side by dark, and she best not call him again at the last second to come retrieve her and her trouble-making friend. She was agreeable, but then the whopper.

“Also, I am tired of hearing you on the phone in the middle of the night. No phone after 11.”

“But DAD. What if I get bored?”

“Read a book. Watch a movie. There is no need for you to be on the phone after 11.”

“Fine, I’ll just text.”

“No, you won’t.”

That, she did not like, and stomped down the hallway and shut her door. At least she didn’t slam it, like I used to do.

I tossed the idea in my head for a few minutes, and thought, well, what is the harm in texting? That does not keep us awake, and if she is tired the next day, that is her problem. So Mister relented on the texting.

I think that makes me good cop.

So now, we shall be monitoring phone records. I hope she follows the rules. Otherwise the phone will reside in our room at night, while charging, and not hers.

I remember when I was her age, there was no phone after 10 on school nights, 11 on weekends. (She is on spring break this week). And if I talked to long? Dad made me get off the phone. There were no 2 hour marathon phone session with a boy because the “minutes were free”. There was “You don’t need to be on the phone for 2 hours. You can see your friend at school and talk to him at lunch.” So I don’t get what the big deal is, aside from the fact that kids these days live in with the expectations of everything being instant, and they just gotta have it now. She should consider herself lucky.

Kids these days.

~anastasia. wishing for the good old days.

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