Way back when before the time of the Internet, I was a young girl rushing home to see some of the drama unfolding between Luke and Laura on "General Hospital." My gal pals and I were transfixed in front of the ONE TV in our homes, hoping to see sighs and glances exchanged between those 70's soap opera royals. There may be some of you (as old as me) who remember those days. That was the extent of my drama in my young life.
Now as a Mama, I find that I don't need to turn on a soap opera to add some drama to my day. It's 2:14 p.m. now. My oldest son will be home in about 10 minutes. Here are some examples of the drama that he may bestow upon me as he bolts through the door.
"Mom, I told you that this shirt was no good." Flashback to the morning conversation concerning this subject. He said: "Mom, what do you think about this shirt?" I said: "It's fine." Conversation ended. Too bad I couldn't read his mind to know that he wasn't too thrilled with that shirt selection.
"Mom, I hate turkey. Why do you keep giving me turkey?" Flashback to the morning conversation concerning the subject. I said: "How about turkey?" He said: "Grunt." I guess I should learn how to translate teenage caveman grumbling.
"Mom, why do you look at my Facebook page? Flashback to the initial conversation about this subject. He begged: "Mom, please, please, please let me go on Facebook?" I said: "Only if I can check out your page once in a while." He said: "Of course. No problem." I guess I should have put that agreement in writing.
Well, now it's 2:22. The drama of my thirteen year old will begin shortly. Should I get some popcorn to prepare for this latest saga?