<p>A phrase that often hits home regarding helmets …</p>
<p>If protecting the hairstyle is more important that protecting what’s under it, you’re probably right. </p>
<p>And … that’s what fashion hats and baseball caps are for … covering up the helmet hair!</p>
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<p>Mine is almost that bad:
I could usually get my kids to wear their helmets by announcing that so-and-so’s mother is a nurse, so she won’t mind pushing so-and-so around in a wheelchair, but I will.</p>
<p>Is there money in my account?</p>
<p>“Can you bring my crutches over (her school is about an hour away) or would it be cheaper to have boyfriend go buy me some new ones?”.</p>
<p>Son- “I dropped one of my classes. I had to do it. The professor is mad at me and I overslept this morning”
Mom-" don’t you need this class to graduate in June?"
Son- " I don’t know but I had to drop it"
Mom- " you need to go see your advisor tomorrow to make sure you are on track to graduate in June"
4 days later I have not heard back from him if he talked with his advisor.
Adding- the class is Sculpture. How hard can it be!</p>
<p>S1: “Where is the chainsaw?”</p>
<p>“I can’t find my passport.”</p>
<p>Jym- been there, done that, with DD in the Europe and having a flight elsewhere very soon. It was a nightmare, she’d left it at the train station when she had to show it to buy a special train ticket! They did not put it in list and found as that takes about a week to get to the location from which it can be retrieved, they held it at the counter, but never contacted her. On chance, she went back to see if it was there and it was.</p>
<p>About midnight one night
Son, sounding very woozy " I need to go to the dentist"
Me “now?”
Son “mumble mumble”</p>
<p>He did need the dentist. Also had a concussion and does not remember anything about the phone call. Thank goodness for the friend that was with him.</p>
<p>Actually somemom, older s just said something like that in the course of our conversation a few minutes ago, which is why I posted it here. He is supposed to go to Honduras for volunteer work later this month, and in passing said “gee, I haven’t finished looking but my passport is not where I usually keep it and the last place I remember having it is with me the day I started work and had to use it for ID” [this was 2 mos ago]. Sigh. Well, at least he is here in the US. If he can’t find it, he’ll have to start the process of getting it replaced. His problem, not mine. He’s a big boy.</p>
<p>S2 called today with … "ummmmm . . . a problem . . . maybe . . . .I think I lost my wallet . . . " (The wallet with the credit card that has the same number as DH’s and mine.) “But I don’t know if I lost it. And if I lost it, I need to replace my driver’s license. Can I do that from [Different State]?”</p>
<p>This is the kid who has also lost the keys to the car and his cell phone more times than I can count.</p>
<p>I’m not laughing.</p>
<p>So year one in college: two wallets, two phones, and one purse (all except one wallet returned). </p>
<p>Year two (we just finished month one): two ID cards (one was later found IN HER PURSE). She does not have a credit card; does anyone wonder why?</p>
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I can sooo relate!! I have a big purse and I cannot tell you the number of times I can’t find my keys… and they were in there all along :o</p>
<p>Last spring I was in the midst of moving my parents from their home into assisted living – stressful, exhausting, emotionally difficult. On the last night at the old house, the parents, my brother and I were having dinner at a nice restaurant, trying to relax and bracing ourselves for the move. Into that tense situation stepped my D, with a text exchange that sounded so much like her, and yet was so transparently illogical, that it had the 4 of us holding our bellies with some much-needed laughter.</p>
<p>*D: Hey soooooo um, sorry if you get charged a few extra bucks this month on the Verizon bill… I bought a ringtone in my sleep!</p>
<p>Me: Lol what?</p>
<p>D: Yeah, I woke up this morning and my phone said “Download complete!” I remembered this later today and I checked my phone and sure enough, I downloaded a song!!!*</p>
<p>I will no longer feel bad that my D never calls ;)</p>
<p>^^Although the most scary times are when we are on the phone while she is in a tight situation of some sort and then she says “Okay I gotta go now” and hangs up, and then is unreachable for the next couple of hours.</p>
<p>^speaking of “I gotta go now” reminds me of an incident last year with my D. We happened to be talking to each other on the phone when she suddenly interrupted with a “gotta go now, there’s a bomb, we gotta evacuate”</p>
<p>Shortly after I did receive an alert from the school (that all students also received by text and email)…indeed there was a "suspicious " package on a street along the school that was to be detonated by police/bomb squad.,and ordering students to stay away.</p>
<p>Meanwhile a friend called HER son after receiving the email, and her son said “yeah there’s a bomb…gotta go, …going over there to watch them detonate it”</p>
<p>D called yesterday: “I tried to reach you earlier to tell you I needed to replace my credit card because I lost my purse–but turns out it it wasn’t lost–my room was such a mess that I couldn’t find it all afternoon.”</p>
<p>We have two German exchange students (part of a group of 20) here for two weeks. Last week during the terrible rain, one of the kids posted on his Facebook that they were out of school because of tornado warnings AND that everything was black here. The moms and dads in Germany were in a bit of a panic.</p>
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<p>Last Wednesday S called. “They won’t take my fingerprints unless I have a government-issued ID.” Me: “Didn’t you get your passport replaced?” (S’s passport was stolen in Charles de Gaulle airport last year, luckily after he went through security. He discovered this in Reykjavik, and was only able to get back on the plane and into the US after being interviewed by US consul in Iceland.) “No.” Me: “I can’t believe you haven’t done that!” S: “This is not the time for that.” </p>
<p>S does not yet have a driver’s license. He needs to be fingerprinted by Thursday in order to FedEx/UPS them to the security clearance people in Washington by Monday. It is currently taking a minimum of 2 to 3 weeks to get a passport, even if expedited. (This particular last minute thing was not actually his fault: he just got the State Dept packet late Monday because they sent it to OUR house. It arrived on Saturday and I express-mailed it to him the same day.) </p>
<p>To make a long story short, it turns out that the only way he can get fingerprinted in time is if I drive to Hanover (3 hrs each way) that evening and bring him home to Maine. The next morning we can go to the DMV and get him photographed and processed, and then drive (1.5 hours each way) to the state capitol to pick up the id. Then he has to go to our local police department and get fingerprinted, finish filling out the forms–some of which are online, and while he is in the process of doing this their website crashes–and get it all to FedEx by 6.</p>
<p>Somehow this is accomplished, despite computer crashes, dilated eye exams, orders that must be finished and shipped, and other complications too numerous to mention.</p>
<p>And I was worried about his wardrobe! :D</p>