Yesterday was quite a busy one for L; master class; then a gig for a local charity; and finally a dance. She had the car that we actually own, it was raining (which here means, watch out, because most of us citizens don't know how to drive in inclement weather!) so I was on high alert.
Having her out at night is very stressful for me. I really like having all the chickens in the coop. I remember my 8th-grade French teacher saying much the same thing about her twin teenage sons (who had tennis-player legs, as I recall). Until you hear that car pull in, all is tension. Even though she is considerate and trustworthy, you never know who is hurtling toward her from another direction. Visions of crumpled autos dance in my head.
My entire being was tense, and that led to muscle aches. Plus worry about my workload doesn't help.
But she returned, having had a great time. Introverted me doesn't quite understand having fun at a dance . . .
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I don't get having fun at a dance either. (shoulders shrugging).
Jake used to pace back and forth until all members of the household were home and settled in. Only then could he rest. It's a tribal instinct, isn't it?
My best friend harbors that terrible dread too...I consider myself lucky because for some reason I don't.
Glad she got home ok.
Dancing is the best fun!
Next time you'll be more relaxed.
Hope she had fun at the dance!
I loved going to dances.
If it's any consolation, it does get a little easier but I still have the "where are you going? Who are you with? What time will you be home?" rule. And don't get me started on 10 hour drives to Queensland . . .
I'm afraid I wouldn't allow my children to drive until they were 25. I haven't had a car in three years, and I've felt so much safer the whole time.
And they will NOT KNOW how nerve wracking it is to wait home for a child until THEY have one.
Not that I'm in any hurry for THAT.
Oh, I so sympathize- this is one part of parenting that I'm NOT looking forward to. Now I know why I gave my mom such headaches coming home after curfew.
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