Mother of the Year

Did I really just hear that Obama is taking a five day trip to see his sick Grandmother? That is as close to a "Yea, I already won this thing," declaration as you are ever gonna get two weeks before an election.

Other news...I seem to have made two new German blog friends in the last couple of days. Germans love me! I am the David Hasselhoff of bloggers!

In completely other news, I may just be the best mother ever. Munchkin is having some boy troubles. Or, she was. As I have written before, she has kind of sworn off boyfriends for a while. She went through the period last year where all of the boys and girls started to notice each other, and everyone "went out" with everyone else for about three days at a time and then "broke up".

While most of her friends...boys and girls...have kind of continued that, she made a decision to kind of avoid it. As such, she has stayed away from overtures from various boys to be their girlfriend. Last week, however, she gave in and agreed to "go out" with a boy in her class. Just to translate..."going out" means that you are boyfriend and girlfriend, although it doesn't necessarily involve going anywhere or doing anything.

If we fast forward, she had three people over after school yesterday to work on a group project, including the new boyfriend. The other two left at like 6:00, and he stayed until maybe 7:00. They were in her room working on this project, and the door was open, but I wasn't really paying that much attention to what they were doing. After he left, she was kind of upset, so I asked her what the problem was. Long story short...she wanted to finish they project, and he wanted to make out;-). At least that seemed to be the gist of it.

She was upset that he got mad over it and yada, yada, yada... Not that he was at all physical or inappropriate (I'd have stabbed him by now) but there was a clear difference of opinion on how they should spend that time together;-). I think she was kind of mad, and kind of disappointed and maybe even kind of offended.

My solution, of course, was that we should put on our bathing suits and turn on the jets in the tub for a while:-). So we did...and after some talking, some venting and some foot rubbing, she was in much better spirits. Seriously, who communicates with children better than me? I didn't think so!!!

There is your rock solid parenting advice for the day...fire up the hot tub when necessary;-)

Oh, and this means the end for this boyfriend, too...