Friday night found my house full of several teenagers. Three of my own, one girlfriend, one (sort of) boyfriend, two best friends. Everyone was hanging out in the kitchen with me as I cooked something or another.
Hey, what can I say? That was a couple of days ago and today I'm doing good to remember my own name. Core class this morning kicked my butt. But! Still! I remain in a GOOD MOOD!
I decided that I'd do a nice thing and make one of my daughter's favorite cookies - the No Bake Peanut Butter Oatmeal things. She has to gain some weight and those will do the trick easily, and I know she'll eat them.
But I was short on butter, and so I asked them to go get some. While you are out, I said, drop the 14 year old at her friend's house for a sleepover.
I walked to the door in time to see my son hustling down the steps, calling behind him in a booming voice - Let's do this, son! - to his friend, who was directly behind him. He repeated my son's call in an equally booming voice.
Then came the girlfriend, followed by my daughter -
Who jumped from the top step, screaming,"Ayiyiyiyiyiiiiiii!" as she flew through the air, arms and legs pinwheeling and hair flying. Her friend did the same, and as they hit the grass they began to chase after each other, still screaming and smacking at each other.
The quasi friend-who-is-a-boy-but-a-sort-of-boyfriend followed, shaking his head.
The 14 year old tore out of the door - Wait for me! - and I followed behind, out onto the porch.
They piled into the car. As the engine turned over, the radio blasted some rap station, and the car drove off.
At least I saw them put on their seatbelts. And, to their credit, they *did* drive off slowly.
And my neighbors, a lovely couple with three very small blond boys, stood on the sidewalk, mouths agape. I've been there, with little kids, one of whom is still a baby, and you can't believe the noise in your house and the chaos and the overwhelming effort getting through a day takes. I saw her little boys, walking calmly down the sidewalk, one pushing a baby brother in a stroller. They were calm, and controlled and I could tell that my kids were a bit, um, overwhelming.
I waved at her, laughed and said
And you thought your life was wild - just wait, it gets so much louder and so much crazier.