<p>PackMom, whenever I read about your phone calls, first I do :eek: then I do :D. You give me a glimpse into the life of my future officer. Thanks.</p>
<p>PackMom, as long as he’s not responsible for the keys that release the nukes… :)</p>
<p>Yesterday my phone rings on the way to work
D: I’m sick (breaths heavily and I hear wind)
Me: How sick and where are you?
D: I had a fever all night, I am on my way to class.
Me: Call the health center for an appointment
D: Today? Can’t I wait for tomorrow
Me: then why did you call complaining
D: Can you look up the number when you get to work and text it to me?
(she walks right by on her way to class)
Me: <<uninteligible>></uninteligible></p>
<p>We are their concierge.</p>
<p>oldfort–you got that right!</p>
<p>Re the lost driver’s license–he should not lose track of when it needs to be renewed. In our state, after 6 months expired, you have to take the test again, which could be a pain, not to mention pricy.</p>
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<p>I knew there was a name for it! Thanks, oldfort.</p>
<p>Not a phone call, but recently D posted on my FB wall (where everyone could see it!) a link to a picture of a belly-button ring with her new sorority letters, with a message saying "mommy, will you buy this for me? pleeeease? :eek:</p>
<p>I’m pretty sure it was a joke. As far as I know she doesn’t have her belly button pierced…</p>
<p>As long as we’re slinging French around, if the parents are concierges, then that must make our kids idiot savants.</p>
<p>Not a phone call but son is home on spring break. Says to me he thinks he’s sick and I ask if he needs to see a doctor. He says “No, I want you to diagnose me.” Me: “Okay, then, let me whip my medical degree out of my pocket.” So combine concierge with doctor, and, please, don’t leave out chauffeur and chef.</p>
<p>“So combine concierge with doctor, and, please, don’t leave out chauffeur and chef.”</p>
<p>mimk6, so true - and add a biochem/chemistry (math, physics, whatever you majored in) professor to the mix! ;)</p>
<p>^^^ and administrative assistant, personal shopper, and psychotherapist.</p>
<p>Yeah, I got the “diagnose me” phone call last night. 
I think he will live.</p>
<p>I made my S call the cops & file a police report and call the credit bureau & all the other things that were in his wallet. Our insurer even issued a new medical ID# for all of us, which was a hassle for our healthcare providers who got claims on the old number bounced. Unfortunately, according to his aunt (whom he saw not long after), he was still leaving his wallet on a bench unattended in public places (at a climbing center). Fortunately, she snatched it up & doubtless read him the riot act.</p>
<p>We had a family wedding in the Pacific NW recently so H and I took a vacation there the week before. Son was coming after classes on a Friday, returning Sunday evening on the red eye flight with plane transfers both ways. I called him just after his classes ended to be sure he had remembered things and was going to the airport in a timely fashion. He was and all seemed well- he had done a good job arranging and booking his flights, including a cab to the airport (a first for him) and had emailed his itinerary to us, which I printed and took with me. A bit later he called me from the airport. Paraphrased for clarity.</p>
<p>S- mom, what airline am I flying and what flight number…?</p>
<p>Me- just a minute, I’ll look it up (the reason mothers carry purses, to have all sorts of stuff). You better write this down since you won’t remember the details of both flights.</p>
<p>S- I don’t need to</p>
<p>Me- ok, it’s … and then…</p>
<p>S- wait, I need to find a pencil and paper</p>
<p>Me- repeats info- asks why he didn’t make a copy for himself.</p>
<p>S- says he probably could have asked and found out the info from the airport and then briefly goes into why he didn’t make a printout.</p>
<p>He also called a couple of times with updates on (brief) flight delays- He made it just fine. Just before leaving for home he realized his phone was a “brick”- it holds a charge for a few days but he hadn’t charged it before he left. He did call when he got back so we knew all went well -no classes missed. He also used his time in between flights to the event doing homework- found a solution to a problem his group needed. The long version of why he didn’t print the itinerary involved using the math building printer, only having enough to print homework, it not printing at the floor he was at… He can be absent minded- he could have done the printout weeks before. Of course mom had done so, taken it with her and had it in her purse on the day he was flying- the detail person (he knew which parent to call).</p>
<p>Actual phonecall I did receive from my older son last year.</p>
<p>“Mom, I need your credit card, they won’t let me take my laundry on the plane unless I pay $30 for extra baggage”</p>
<p>Great, he could’ve had it picked up and folded for that price.</p>
<p>Heck, he could have thrown it all out and bought new for that price.</p>
<p>(Well, maybe.)</p>
<p>Actual phone call at about 3 AM.</p>
<p>“Hello Mrs C, this your son J’s friend. Don’t worry. Everything is fine. J is fine. Just need his medical card information. If you could…”</p>
<p>Interrupted by a volcanic, “Put J on the phone right now!”</p>
<p>"Ah,Mrs C. Everything is fine. J is fine. But he uh can’t talk right now cuz, uh, his jaw might be broken. But we’re in the Emergency Room, and everything is fine and J is fine. We just need the medical…</p>
<p>Interrupted by me, “Let me talk to the doctor, right now.”</p>
<p>“Uh, sure, just a minute, but please do not worry, Mrs C. J is just fine. Everything is just fine.”</p>
<p>The kind of call that really interrupts your sleep at 3 AM. Yes, he is fine now. Everything is fine. But he did have a busted jaw, and I did end up driving the 7 hours to his school, hauling him home, another 7 hours home. But, yes he was fine, everything was fine.</p>
<p>It’s always FINE, Mom, don’t you know that? Everything’s fine… except when everything’s a disaster, and can you solve it for me right away? But otherwise, everything’s FINE. Geez, mom.</p>
<p>LOL</p>
<p>Today’s call from D2-</p>
<p>D2 - Mom, my flight is delayed an hour and I’m going to miss my connection. What do I do?</p>
<p>Me - Go up to the gate attendant and tell them.</p>
<p>D2 - What can they do about it?</p>
<p>Me - (said nothing, dumbfounded that my amazingly smart, athletic, well traveled daughter could be so clueless).</p>
<p>P.S. She talked to the agent, got her flights rerouted and got back to school this evening.</p>
<p>Ah yes, I think we may have the same kids; each has called me more times than we care to remember asking, ummm, what is my airline & flight number? What is my reservation #? What happens if I want to catch an earlier flight?</p>
<p>So far, it’s alwys worked out, but sheez!</p>
<p>Glad everything was “fine” with that busted jaw. I doubt your sleep was “fine” after that phone call.</p>
<p>I have been known to travel stalk kids, okay and even a boyfriend with track-a-flite. The boyfriend I actually helped through O’Hare, as he somehow had a 45 minute connection on two different airlines. Both planes were late, and since I told him the terminal and gate number he made it with three minutes to spare.</p>
<p>I believe there is a mobile website that will help you find alternate flights if yours is late.</p>