August 18, 2007

End of Summer

Last night when we came home, my son had showered in our shower, leaving the reeking smell of Axe soap for me to sleep with in my bedroom. As good fortune would have it, I did not asphyxiate in my sleep. There was a slight concern my throat might close off rather than breathe those vapors, but evidently that did not happen, as I’m still blogging,

Anyway, after that he said to me, “Mom, your blow dryer isn’t working.”

*blink*

My blowdryer? The blow dryer I probably use at most once a quarter? He wanted to use it?

So I went in, acting as if this is a non-event, and hit reset and he dried his hair. His hair looked GREAT. It really did. The kid has nice hair, which I hope he is fully appreciating as he won’t have a lick of it in about 30 years.

This morning at 9:30 he came in with swim suit and shirt on, hair all brushed out nicely and ready to go to… a birthday party, a pool/slip ‘n slide party, being held by two girls in his class. All the kids are going. It was to start at 11. He was ready by 9:30.

The kid hasn't really been up before 10 this entire summer.

I told him to hold off and we would go in good time, but I know this has been on his radar for about... oh... three weeks.

On the way to the party I said, “Your hair looks great. Do you want me to get you a blow dryer?”

Ringo: No.

Me: Hell, you can have mine. I never use it. I can borrow it from you when I need it. I’m a wash ‘n wear kind ‘o gal.

Ringo, smiling: Yeah… you are that.

Me: Well, most women spend more time than I do getting ready. You kind of need to know that. I’m a bit of an anomaly in the ‘women getting ready’, primping, and hair thing.

Ringo, laughing: Mom, I think *I* take more time with my hair than you do.

Me, looking at him: *blink* Um, yes, you do. So does your Dad…

Ringo, looking back at the road, still grinning: Mom… I kind of think most men do…

Great. I guess he’s telling me the pony tail/hair clip deal I have going on is highly overrated. Actually we were both laughing. I am pretty low maintenance. He’s in for a true shock when he finds himself a girl.

We arrived at the party at 11:05, after I explained the rule of ‘never show up early’, only for me to find at least eight of his girl classmates already on the slip ‘n side, all clad in bikinis.

Holy crap.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy. I was of course. I was happy I didn’t have girls! NOT ONE of those little girls was in a one piece. Not one. That is all I wore when I was 12, hell, if I’m ever caught in a swimsuit NOW, I still don’t wear a bikini, although after having had three children I really really don’t belong in one. I was just never comfortable in the ‘show the flesh’ suits. Or rather any suit where I could potentially lose a bottom or have something pop out of a top. That happened once… but… that’s another story.

I looked at one of the Dads and said, “Oh, well, so much for the cute little Disney princess one piece suits with the tutus that match.” He rolled his eyes as his son ran with my son to catch the girls and said, ‘yeah so much for that…’ when in reality I knew he was thinking, “I have a daughter. She is 5. Oh my God… this is coming soon.”

Good Grief.

As I left with the boys, Ringo was grinning ear to ear, but NOTHING like his siblings were when we returned for pick up. Their favorite girl, the one that Ringo is a bit sweet on, is truly the cutest girl and she ran up, clad in her little bikini and sun kissed skin, long wet brown hair hanging loosely, and threw her arms around each of my younger boys, individually and hugged them tightly. Each boy looked up at me and grinned as the side of their faces were squished against… her.

Oh yes. I think they were saying, “Oh I love having an older brother…”

Posted by Boudicca at August 18, 2007 07:11 PM | TrackBack
Comments

holy crap!

RTY is only allowed to wear a one piece when we have her. But the egg donor has had her in bikinis since she was 5. Funny how so many slutty outfits disappear when I do the laundry.

I don't blow dry or curl either. And eyeliner/mascara is the extent of my makeup. and even that tries my patience in the morning!

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at August 18, 2007 07:55 PM

LOL!!! I do know what you mean... I wonder what my boys will think when they get older?

Posted by: vw bug at August 19, 2007 06:51 AM

little girls are funny like that..hug little brothers when it is really BIG brother they want to hug but are afraid too..and I didn't learn this until I was grown..my little brother used to get the hugs and I always wondered why because mostly he wuz a brat

Posted by: GUYK at August 19, 2007 12:43 PM

Oh crap! We are doing our best to not raise slutty little girls but, honestly, the clothes out there... It's like a 5 year old is expected to dress like Britney Spears in her "Baby One More Time" video. Or worse. EEK! At least we live in a climate where wool skirts and turtlenecks are necessary half the year. Not that it's any better... I remember how turtlenecks can fit and they can be more slutty. Ugh!

Posted by: Jody at August 19, 2007 01:26 PM

Blow dryer ... my kind of kid.

Posted by: Jim - PRS at August 19, 2007 11:58 PM