<p>This sounds SO normal to me. Get a copy of “Get out of my life, but first can you drive me and Cheryl to the mall?”–I used to read the part about boys who disappear into their rooms and emerge 4 years later, over and over again because that described my son. </p>
<p>I was always assured that he was absolutely fine, by his teacher-guidance counselor, and that certainly turned out to be true and I am writing 4 years in retrospect.</p>
<p>My son said I was “crazy.” Meaning, I think, that I was not like all the other moms. Not sure, exactly, in which ways I was crazy, but there you have it. </p>
<p>Fast forward to Thanksgiving freshman year in college. It’s a weekend morning and I’m puttering around in my PJs. Son comes in from spending the night at a friend’s house and announces that 2 friends are right behind him. I say “Ok, I’ll scoot upstairs.” (I’m in my PJs, after all.)</p>
<p>And he says…“But Mom, they’re here to see YOU.”</p>
<p>:D 
:D</p>
<p>It does get better.</p>