Teenagers...

Last night was Shay's first official date. He went to a school dance, called 'Cheapskate'.

Two nights before the dance I asked these questions:

"Do you have a plan?", "What are you doing for dinner?", "What do you need me to do?"

His response:

"Mom, we've got it under control...don't come in and take over."

Ugh. Okay. I get it. Letting go...now.

Fast forward to Friday night, it's 4:15 pm. His ride is coming at 5:00. He pulls out some t-shirts and said,
"I need to paint our names on these, do you have some paint?" ??????
Fast forward, again, to 4:25 and we are blow drying the painted t-shirts when he gets a text and then says to me,
"So, can we do dinner... here?"

Are you kidding me????????

This, my friends, is why it's hard for me to stay out of things.

Shay: "But we have all of the food, we just need a place to eat"

Me: "Okay, what do you have?"

Shay: "We bought four boxes of Macaroni & Cheese"
(keep in mind, the dance is called 'cheapskate')

Seriously. Are. You. Kidding. Me?

I am a rescuer by nature. I am good at the swooping in. This was no time to watch him fall on his behind. After a frantic trip to the store and to a neighbors, I produced a swanky meal of mac and cheese (this part about killed me), hot dogs, jello and watermelon....complete with sparkling cider in flute glasses, centerpieces & chargers.

At 1 am, when Shay was helping me clean up, he must have said "thank you" 20 times.
I asked him, "on a scale of 1 to 10, how was your first date?"
He said, "probably a 9 or a 10."

And that, my friends, is why I am a rescuer.

Some of the group enjoying the chocolate fountain,

my original responsibility