I’m rocking it at work. People are impressed. My students are doing awesome. I’m getting suspicious.
On the other hand, I am so worried and anxious about my boys that I’m having nightmare. Stupid, silly, anxiety-ridden nightmares.
Like the other night, I dreamt that Tornado E was failing math because he was too busy helping his girlfriend with her math that he wasn’t doing his. The worst part about the dream was I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.
So at breakfast, I did what any normal, anxious parent would do.
Me: Boys, new rule. If you found a girl to be your girlfriend, you have to ask me about it first. This rule applies until you’re 18 or out of high school, which ever comes last.
The boys stare at me. Tornado S and Tornado A gave me a look of disgust. Tornado E considered it.
Tornado E: That seems fair.
They went back to eating. Ok. Great. I’m not sure if they were humoring me or I’m crazy. Or both.