Monday, October 12, 2009

The Pick-Up Mom

Well, I got my way. My 16-year-old was going to allow me to pick him at 12:45 am Monday morning. Lucky me!

It was a long night waiting. But I must confess that I actually enjoyed it. Wanda Sykes was appearing on HBO. I listened to her comedy routine for an hour. I sat in our family room and laughed out loud as I waited for the minutes to tick by.

I was delighted Kyle was not driving. I wasn't worried about him at the party. I just needed to stay up and wide awake so I could pick his butt up and take him home. Wanda really helped.

I have to admit, I was a little scared going to my car in the dark. I looked all around and bolted from my house. I locked my doors and had the quiet streets of our suburb to myself. Actually, that is not entirely true. It was me and all the deer feasting on the shrubs around our perfect homes. I must remember to tell Kyle to watch for deer when he drives in the night.

It was wonderful to drive him and his friend of 11 years home. I had picked them up from parties when they were five and six and seven. Now, they were 16. They filled me in all the details of the party that were suitable for my motherly ears. But I had them both in the car, and I loved to listen to their happy voices.

I must admit I did wonder what they were not telling me, but for that moment, I was happy.

I climbed into bed well after one o'clock and couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned. I listened to my husband snore. But sleep wouldn't come. I was wide awake and wanted to talk to somebody. The house was still.

I replayed Wanda's routine in my head. "I hate the symptoms of growing old," she teased. "I watch TV and see the Flying Nun talking about her brittle bones. The Flying Nun! And Jamie Lee Curtis use to be so sexy running from all those scary things and now she can't shit! She has to eat yogurt to shit!"

I laughed to myself this time. And finally I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the sound of the trash trucks picking up our trash.

I thought how trashed I was going to feel today! But it had been worth it. Kyle had fun and I got to laugh. What more could I want?

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