The hubby and I lived through homecoming week. It was a fun-filled week of running the teenager to the store for this and to another store for that. Pretty much during the week when I get home, I don't really want to go anywhere. But apparently I'm a big sucker for that sad little 14 year old face saying "But it's homecoming week and I need ____!" I will just say that I was so very happy when it ended!
The "date" that the teenager was going to the dance with dropped off her "mum" for school around Wednesday of that week. I'm told this is a Texas tradition so you might not be familiar. This has been around since before I was in high school. Way back when... when I was in high school the average mum consisted of a real Chrysanthemum mounted on a piece of cardboard with a plethora of ribbon hanging from it that reached your knees which you pinned to your clothing. The girls with better mums had a double Chrysanthemum and the ribbon almost dragged the ground. As you can see from the picture below, things have changed. They don't use real flowers anymore and the average size mum has grown... well tripled in size from the mid-80's. They can no longer pin them... they must hang these monstrosities from their neck. I only wish I could have gotten a picture of the big ones... or the one that had battery operated christmas lights intertwined in the flowers.
The day of the dance was drama-filled. The first bit of drama was that the teenager's mom did not make it into town for the big event. I will say that said teenager took this quite well considering this was her first homecoming. I'm not so sure I would have handled this news without lots of makeup destroying tears involved. She took that piece of news in stride.
What this meant for me though was that my mostly relaxing day waiting for her to get her makeup and hair done was now filled with lots of driving.... again. Not having any kids of my own, I didn't think I would ever have the opportunity to get to do this. So in that respect it was really nice for me to get to experience. Had her mom's car not been broken down, she would have been the one to take her to all of the appointments and I would have just seen the final result. I will secretly (or not so secretly anymore) admit that it was fun to see how excited she got after each appointment when she saw the results. I took her home after her appointment and she got dressed and ready to go. At that point my hubby joined us for the trip to drop her off to have pictures taken. I have included one below...
As you can see, I have a good reason to be worried about boys. I think we might have to lock her up until she hits 35!
Then for the next drama event... After we got to the photo location, we were waiting and waiting for the date to show up. We had been taking pictures with her and her friends when she finally decided to call to see when he was going to show up. Seems as if there were two limos for this group. One starting at our location and the other starting at another. I'm not sure who planned this bit of brilliance but I am sure it wasn't me.
Apparently the boy's friend, who the boy was staying with, convinced him that the other location was where he was supposed to be. Mind you, I sent multiple emails to the boy's mom so that they would end up at the correct place. Well, the mom allowed the boy to stay with a friend the night before and obviously did not pass all the information on to the parents who were dropping these kids off.
Needless to say when the teenager found out that her date would not be able to make it for pictures, lots of makeup destroying tears started. Let's just say I'm new at this parenting thing so I wasn't quite sure how to stop the tears. Apparently my hubby is new at this too because he made it worse but calling the boy an idiot for not reading the directions. (Yes, I did scold him for that later).
Fortunately the teenager calmed down and decided that since her date wasn't there, she would claim everyone's date and have a picture made with all of them. I like how she bounces back! ;)
Fortunately both limos were meeting at the same restaurant. We followed the limo there and got a few pictures with the boy. All was well!
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