Last night Mom wanted to know when I'll be home. I think she's just losing it that she can't just set a curfew for me at the age of 20 and not living at home.
"The human mind is an amazingly resilient thing." -RemingtonToday's conversation with Dad: He calls me in and yells at me for "bouncing in my bedroom." Followed by I have to set the table and make the bed. Followed by how we have to get new floors. Followed by how he's going to be dead in a year. Followed by crying. Five minutes later he's reading the paper as if nothing had happened.
I can't be around either of 'em without somebody losing it and crying.
Last night Mom wanted to know when I'll be home. I think she's just losing it that she can't just set a curfew for me at the age of 20 and not living at home.
"I dunno."
"By two a.m.?"
"Yeah, probably."
"You're going to stay up all night!?"
She gives me this indignant look like "What do you expect!?"
"Look, I'll probably be home by 12, but I'm not promising anything."
"Well, can you call me by 12?"
No WAY am I stopping things to call Mommy at midnight. To look the HEIGHT of childishness is the last thing I wanna do here!
I just stared at her. She got all in a huff.
"Look, I'll come in and wake you up when I get home like I did before, all right?"
She eventually walked out.
Then at lunch today she says, out of the blue, "You're going to call me at midnight." Like it's a done deal. I just stared at her, not wanting to say "Yes, I promise, Mommy." As you can guess, she wasn't pleased. But she called me later saying "Do what you're going to do." I win! Not that I think things are gonna go that late, seeing as he has to go back after I go back- but it's the principle of the thing.
Nothing else has happened yet, the nervousness hasn't really kicked in yet. It will somewhat soon though, which is why I'm writing this now while I'm still fine. I know I won't get to update this for a bit. My stomach is all jumpy.
Wish me luck...
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