August 20, 1992

As of about 2 a.m. tomorrow morning I will officially be the proud parent of a teenager.
Please everyone, make a wish that this one is just a wee bit easier than his brother was to get through the teenage years with. This one has a birth father that lives with him so that will help increase his chances (statistically speaking) by quite a bit. Though quite shockingly, it's me not his dad that he "fears" when in trouble. It just seems normal to want to go soft on your kids but it's stupid because "the world" is not a soft place when you screw up big time (like almost failing grade 7--oi!) so in a scaled-down way there needs to be real-world-type fall-out when he screws up. Ick, I hate that part. Anyway ramble, ramble.

So my youngest is turning 13. It shall be low key as this whole summer was pretty expensive and he's gotten lot of stuff already including the Cool Pix camera system. So a game, cake, out to dinner tonight and then breakfast in the morning on his actual birthday (g-d help me to not fall face first into my belgian waffles).
Next week, when I'm in San Francisco he and his Dad are going to an end of the summer party hosted by his aunt--so there should be some more booty coming his way (one big plus to hailing from a large family--as I've learned by marrying into one).
Really, my biggest concern is that he pull his sh*t together and get decent grades this year. His class assignments came while we were in Ontario and they've put him in accelerated classes again. Colour me dubious but hopeful.
He's a gaming addict and the only way I can forsee a decent GPA is to forgo the games competely if his grades turn to crud.
Now I'm sounding glum...and I'm not really...more reflective.
My dog is a maniac ... I just lost complete track of what I was going to write as she is freaking out becuase there are people in the hallway and she must guard her castle.
Oh boy, I yearn for the luxury of a detached home--hopefully sooner than later.