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Here’s The Dagger. Just Plunge It Into My Heart, Already

26 September 2008

This afternoon we will head up to Minneapolis for the Shakopee Renaissance Faire. It’s a nice big faire, with lots to do and tons to eat. The girls love it, and we had to postpone our visit (originally planned for last weekend) when there were too many cold germs fluttering between the family members.

But it will be a reduced “we” going to the faire. One of Impera’s friends is having a birthday party on Saturday afternoon, and she much prefers attending that than spending quality time with her family doing something we’ve all enjoyed doing together for years (what? me, hurt?).

She wanted to stay alone at home. “Absolutely not!” I shrieked. (“Why not?” the Consort asked me, sotto voce. “Because she’s just a little kid!” I hissed back.) She persisted, as a mature 13-year-old is wont to do. I … wavered.

So, Impera will be staying alone tonight. Yesterday, she went with me to the store to get a few things for the solo night. You know, the important stuff: a pack of tortillas, some Qorn chik’n nuggets, a bag of Tostitos pizza rolls, a six-pack of Guinness (I kid, I kid). I expect there will be a certain amount of World of Warcraft played, innumerable youtube videos scanned, and scads of The Daily Show episodes watched on the iMac. That’s OK. She also has a bunch of homework to do (and I warned her that there would be no pity nearby if by Sunday night she found herself behind on her schoolwork!)

I told her she would have to check in with us tonight and tomorrow morning, and she would have to keep the cell phone near her at all times (Oh, cell phones, how I love you! For all those times I bitched and moaned about your existence, I apologize — I hadn’t realized your true worth: to allow teen girls to stay home alone and free from parental oversight to allow mothers peace of mind.)

This morning, I just spent a good hour picking up the place (not cleaning it — heaven forbid — just organizing the piles, washing the pots and pans in the sink, and sweeping the floor) rather than do work. Everything will be fine, I know, but my brain is resisting any sort of focus right now, so I might as well do mindless housework. Our friends nearby know she’ll be alone, and Impera is a good kid. Everything will be fine. Really.

I did tell her (goodnaturedly, of course) that we would be sure to partake of cheese curds (her favorite) while at the faire. Too bad they don’t travel well, eh? I’m thinking maybe a henna tattoo might be on the schedule, too. Oh, yes — she’ll be missing out, that’s for sure!

But that’s only because I’ll be missing her. I like our little family of four. We have fun together, don’t we?

Meh. This raising teens thing sucks. Somebody pass me the six-pack of Guinness.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. 26 September 2008 1:47 pm

    Wow, what a milestone. After reading about your preparations and reading about Impera on your blog (she sounds very level-headed), I’m sure she’ll do just fine.

    (Cheese curds travel well if you put them in a cooler with ice packs. I’m just saying, is all…)

  2. Three of Four permalink
    26 September 2008 3:46 pm

    Did you know: the first time I got to stay home alone was my first week and a half of high school?

    You and Split Sister were away at college, and the parents and cowgirl went on a trip overseas. I wasn’t allowed to go (as it was my first week in high school, after all) and, for reasons I don’t quite recall, our parents didn’t feel they could ask anyone to put me up at their house for that long.

    The worst thing I did all week? Watch HBO until VERY late on weeknights. (Do you remember what HBO used to be like in 1990??)

    I think Impera has a much better head on her shoulders than I did at that age — don’t worry too much!

  3. 26 September 2008 8:09 pm

    You’re on the path, my friend, to losing your daughters. It’s inevitable. Teach them independence and soon they become so. (It’s not QUITE that easy, but that’s the idea, isn’t it?)

    I feel your pain.

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