Yesterday, the Tall Kid finally dragged himself out of bed and the first thing he said was “What day is it?”. All at the same time, he got this response from the family:
Yeah. Summer vacation means never knowing what day it is. If I’m given a second to remember what I watched on television the night before, I usually get it right, but I haven’t been really paying attention to the TV and my husband’s been watching stuff from the DVR I don’t have a lot of interest in. (Chaos, which isn’t too bad, and Rookie Blue, which I don’t care for.) And my husband only got it right because he’d seen the neighbors garbage cans and remembered it was trash day.
Speaking of the Tall Kid, he turns sixteen a week from tomorrow. Sixteen. I feel a case of the vapors coming on.
I could never decide whether forgetting was a good or bad thing. It meant you didn’t count down the days until school started, but then you got a shock when the parents told you you were back in five days.
Hee, my tall kid turns sixteen TWO weeks from tomorrow. Terrifying, isn’t it?
I know what you mean– I have a heck of a time remembering what day of the week it is, too!
Oh no, don’t even go there. I’m a stepmom and my two eldest GRANDCHILDREN will be seniors next year.
I’m 49 now, so I was “grandma” far, far too early.
Talk to the hand. LOL
My stepmom has been Grammy since she was…31, so she’s right there with you. She’s 47 and her oldest grandchild will be starting his junior year.
How neat to hear!
You get the oddest looks sometimes. Especially early on. You’re walking through the grocery store with grandchild in tow. They want something and say, “Grandma, grandma, please?” Or some such.
You can then literally watch people doing the math in their heads and the response to their findings. Pretty funny, actually.
To make it even more fun, my stepmom and I were pregnant at the same time (my sister’s about 8 weeks younger than TK). My other sister, who was seven at the time, would cause confusion by telling people: “My mommy has a baby in her belly. No, that’s my sister. She has a baby in her belly, too. But so does my mommy.” Since stepmom’s only 9 years older than I am, it was always good for funny looks.