Boy Fever = Mama Madness

She's gotten the fever.  Help us Jesus, once you've got it, you can't get over it!

 

 

Well, it has happened.  Even with all the restrictions, talks, and lectures we've given about it, it happened anyway.  Doesn't it always happen?! Why can't we just lock them in their bedroom until they are 30?! I mean really?! WHYYYYY!!!???

 

Maisie has the fever.  The boy fever.  I thought we were on top of things.  Keeping her busy.  Encouraging her to just be friends with boys. Boys require so much less work and produce way less drama as friends when compared to girls.  Even with her daddy's threats of "breaking a kid's arms if he sees them near Maisie".  Nothing has worked.  Nothing. 

 

This fever is a killer I believe.  Once they've caught it, it's over.  Her innocence is being chipped away every time a boy says "yes" to a weekend of "boy friend/girl friend" status.  That's about how long these little relationships last.  Now we are in the stage of fighting over boys.  Really.  If a girl dates a boy for 48 hours, apparently he is hers to claim forever.  And no one, and I mean NO ONE, is allowed to even talk to him without the harsh consequences of being talked about, bullied, or my favorite-ignored by the other girls who were your BFFFFFFFF just ten minutes before. 

 

My girl isn't ready for all of this.  I mean really.  Wasn't it just yesterday when the most important thing to her was not missing "Good Luck Charlie" on Disney? I'm sure just a month ago we were most concerned about walking dogs and riding bikes. 

 

Overnight she's become CONSUMED with boys.  And she will admit, most of them, she doesn't really like, but she only "dates" them because her friends tell her to. 

 

Where are the other parents? Are they struggling with too? Why do I feel like I'm the only one who keeps saying "no" to the questions like "can I go to the movies with ________ (insert boys' name here).  Am I the only mother who really reads texts, monitors pictures on Instagram, or refuses to buy clothes that have little to the imagination in order to preserve the innocence of my 13 year old daughter?

 

Will she ever lose the fever, I highly doubt it. Will I continue my work of being the "worst mother in the world" because I won't give in to her? ABSOLUTELY!

Ramblings....

This is a rambler.  Sorry in advance.

 

 

I can hardly believe it is August already! Really, the middle of August!  The summer has flown by since Daniel left in June.  We talk everyday.  Facebook is amazing.  Sometimes I wonder how exchange students and host families really handled the separation way back before the Internet.  Love technology!

 

Daniel has started his senior year, and we are anxiously planning his return trip to our home next summer.  It's tough. He's a special kid.  I could go on, but I won't.  I'm liable to cry about it. I miss him.  I thought it would be easier as the days wore on, but it's not.  He'll be back home soon.  :)

 

Our newest addition, Florian, arrived on Friday and he is great.  Right now we are still working through the "awkward" first few days.  I will have to say that he seems to fit right into our family.  He's very easy to talk to.  He and Robert are already bonding, which is great.  Robert is usually pretty quiet, but he is making more of an effort to talk.  You know Robert, he only speaks when necessary.  I'm thankful he is stepping out of his shell and taking the initiative to start conversation with Florian.  They are cute together washing dishes after dinner every night.  Boy bonding. 

 

Maisie is doing great.  We just celebrated her 13th birthday.  Every year I think it will be easier to deal with her growing up.  I'm wrong.  She's such a beautiful girl.  She is very witty.  I love her sense of humor.  Even when she is sassy, I love her stubbornness.  She is for sure my child.  She will start 7th grade on Monday.  I'm not sure I'm ready for it, but she seems to be. 

 

 

I'm anxious to see how the school year goes, but I definitely don't want to wish the time away.  I'm learning to treasure these kids every day.  Before I know it, it will be June and Florian will be leaving.  Then I'll blink again and Maisie will be grown and gone.  Learning to slow down and not worry about clean floors, folded clothes, tidy bedrooms.  That can wait.