Tonight No 1 is going to a party invited by a friend he hadn't seen in four months, taking place in a less than salubrious part of town (from which I then have to pick him up late even though they thought walking back was perfectly fine....)... and the party is called "neon party".
Should I be scared?
Am I irresponsible?
The naivety of 15yr old boys is at the same time charming and terrifying.
(from the series 'photos found on my camera': feet #1)
No 2's voice has cracked. The onion smell phase will soon begin if he follows his brother. Then there will be girls who appear from nowhere and scary parties and endless showers and over generous body spray administrations and moodiness and no speaking and I'm not ready for this AGAIN!
(from the series 'photos found on my camera': feet #2)
No 3 got his first phone today. He's as happy as a pig in *&%^. Seriously... he's so happy it's the cutest thing... and it's not a fancy one full of bells and whistle but he can do Instagram and maybe, just maybe, he'll be the one to unravel the mysteries of snapchat to me, something his older brothers have insofar refused to do. I'm too old and none of my friend have it anyway... apparently... and it would be weird.
(from the series 'photos found on my camera': foot #1)
I feel old.
And i'm trying very hard not to stare and weep at the grey roots on my head, thanking the gods my colourist apt is tomorrow so I can pretend I don't have grey hair (I wonder if she'll colour my eyebrows too? I noticed a couple of shining strands earlier when in the car. By the way... why is the car mirror so damned unforgiving? Evil thing.)
*amended: Mr M dropped them off. It looked innocent... lots of girls with very short skirts...
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