Who's the Parent Here??

Well it's been quite awhile since I last posted. I'm currently sitting in the dark at my moms house on her laptop while my son sleeps behind me catching up on my blog reading. When I saw my blog I noticed the date was at least over a week ago so due to my loyalty to bore anyone out there in the web world who might stumble on this site here I am. That and what else am I supposed to do while sitting in the dark with a laptop computer and no ability to actually sleep in this heat wave. If anyone is wondering why I'm sitting in the dark instead of just leaving this room to the rest of the house with lights on where I could oh read, watch TV, eat etc. let me explain.



It all started two weeks ago when my mom started dating this guy named M. (I thought I would be nice and protect his idenity since he's not officially family yet.....at which point anything is fair game.) They have seen each other every night since they have met and they seem pretty smitten with each other. I'm staying at my moms this weekend so our friend visiting from Chicago could sleep in Rhetts room and have some privacy. Tonight we had a dinner party with my mom, M., my sister, friend from Chicago, his twin brother and family and my family. After everyone left except for M. and my mom I laid down with Rhett until he fell asleep. While laying down with him I realized my mom and M. are sitting outside swinging on the front porch which just happens to be right outside the open window of the room I'm in.



Here is the deal. At first I thought I could catch up on some blog reading since my moms laptop is in the bedroom and if I happen to accidently overhear some juicy conversation outside the window then oh well. However I instantly decided to take the moral high road and not evesdrop on my mom and her date. That and the fear I might hear something that is just a little too much information for me. So as I sat here in the dark (since my son is sleeping) reading blogs I realized if I leave this room it would ruin their sweet, porch swinging date. Her house is small enough that they would hear and see me and even if I didn't go out on the porch or make eye contact I'm convinced they might feel their privacy is lost. I remember those dating days. So I sit here understanding what if feels like to be the parent of a teenager even though my oldest is four years old.



The recent development since I type this is not my problem with overhearing their conversation but more overhearing their LACK of conversation. I either hear distant voices every now and then or SILENCE. I don't even want to imagine what could be going on when there is silence. In fact I just decided that this experience is much worse than being the parent of a teenager. So much so that as soon as I shut this laptop I'm opening the door and heading out there. It's either that or shut the window and since it's a gazillion degrees outside I won't be doing the latter.