It doesn’t seem like SO long ago that I was getting ready for some party or another in my dewy, sunrise years. Then I see a picture like this and I realize how very, very long ago it was:
Got all of your chins in there? Muffintop threatening to punch your youngest in the ear? Check, and double-check. A good high school friend said to me recently, “Julie, you’re a pretty girl, but you can’t take a flattering picture to save your life.” Only a good friend will say it’s not that YOU’RE not that attractive anymore, it’s the CAMERA that can’t truly capture your essence. Thank you, dear friend. This person also brings amazing Merlot wherever she goes, so she’s like a winning scratch card in your purse.
Oldest Daughter had her Turnabout Dance at her high school last night, and in the words of Dickens, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Don’t get me wrong, she’s a lovely girl, but in times of stress we tend to get all head-butty. For being a disorganized person, I get all demanding about needing to know the schedule. She gets all belligerent that her friends are planning this one, and she doesn’t have all the details. I insist she contact said friends. She insists she HAS. I threaten to call other moms. She freaks out. Yet somehow we end up smiling in a picture, and I leave her to the dance and go home, shoving refined sugars and fats into my mouth and cursing, and realizing that this time will be over all too soon.
We started the day like this:
I took out the camera and said I was going to document our day. She said no. I said yes. Apparently, we compromised. DRAW
I took pics of her getting her hair done. She said I couldn’t use them on the blog. I acquiesced. POINT OD
Youngest Daughter wanted to take a friend with her to the salon to watch. OD said no. I said yes. I won. Littles got their nails painted, total win for them. POINT MOM
Oldest Daughter decided she needed to go to a choreography practice for the high school musical from 1-3 after getting $60 of hair done, even though she had marked it down as an excused absence when auditioning, because she felt like she needed to go. I can’t really argue meeting your obligations, but when I dropped her off I said, “Please don’t move your head around much.” She came out at 3 p.m. with about $20 worth of hair undone. *Momdrink* When I muttered something about it, she got defensive, I got defensive, we all got defensive! DRAW
OD’s boyfriend, affectionately referred to as Current Boyfriend, decided that since OD got to dictate his tie for the last few dances, he was going to select his own tie for this one. He really picked a winner in my opinion, so POINT CB:
His is the one with the mouse next to the 1980′s computer. OR COURSE. And this is why I like this boy so much. I have to say, I admire OD’s willingness to let him wear the tie to the dance. She has me for a mother, so she fully supports letting someone’s freak flag fly. Because CB’s tie had a mouse, I decided to put a mouse in his boutonniere, but that is where OD drew the line. No mouse. POINT OD
CB’s parents are photographers, so they take amazing pictures, and I stand back and let them do their thing. But when the professional time is over, I jump in with my iPhone and get everyone to take crazy pictures. It’s honestly gotten to the point where the kids turn to me and say, “What are you going to make us do?”, but they are actually a little excited about it. POINT MOM
The ever-popular “Sand Volleyball” pose…
The “You’re sad…you’re so, so sad.”
The “You’re in formal wear but you’re going to jack my car.”
The “You’re clowns, you’re homicidal clowns!”
The “Take a picture with the baby and no one gets hurt.”
And my favorite?
The fact that CB is willing, even eager, to go along with all of this? Makes him a keeper. I’m a fan.
Honestly, I kid about the tension. We have a few moments, but really, I love these days. Oh to be young.5