His First Road Trip

So my son is going on his first unchaperoned "Guy's road trip".

Let it be known that I, Joanne (AKA nervous Mom) was never on board with this stupid stinkin' idea.

He's 18

Leaving in the middle of the night

Going out of state

to go snowboarding

(He's never gone snowboarding before)

In a huge truck

I HATE this stupid stinkin' idea

I HATE the fact that both my kids are old enough to do these things on their own and to top things off the HUBSTER is on board with the STUPID STINKIN" IDEA.

All I know is that my son just left and its 3:30 am and I'm up and The Hubster is fast asleep.

I feel like slowly pushing him off the bed until his snoring body hits the floor!

OK, Listen up people...I know that my son is old enough to vote and fight for his country ( though I doubt the armed forces would take a kid who needs three alarms to get up in the morning and still I have to yell for him to get the heck out of bed!!! Tuition is 40,000 a year and heck yeah I'm going to yell! But I still see him as teeny tiny and needing to hold my hand.

So my son is off and I worry about ever possible scenario.

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So as you can tell, I don't particularly like this new stage in Momhood...and if I were to be graded...I'd get an "F" for being uncooperative, talking too much and not playing nice. I need detention...that's right put me in a quiet room where all I have to do is read or sleep.....heaven.