Child to Teen at 1,000 mph

My oldest daughter has her first hickey. It just makes a parent proud, you know (insert HEAVY sarcasm).

Yesterday, she was supposed to have softball practice after school. Instead she told her coach she had a headache and skipped practice to hang out with the boyfriend. The coach called me after practice to ask how she was (the coach and I have had conversations before, so I liked that she was proactive and made sure I knew Autumn missed practice). Needless to say, Autumn was busted. I picked her up, and we drove straight to the boyfriend”s house where I had a talk with both of them as well as let his mom know what was going on.

Autumn pretty much hated me for doing that. (What else is new? She hates me all the time. She fills out quizzes on MySpace saying how she has a good relationship with her dad but not her mom. I am an ogre don”t you know?)

Apparently I have choices, and I didn”t have to behave in the way that I decided to behave. The boyfriend has been having a bad week, and I apparently made it worse. Darn it all.

If looks could kill, my mutilated body would have been found sitting in the driver”s seat of my minivan as it was parked in the boyfriend”s driveway. (Autumn had never been to boyfriend”s house, and she wouldn”t have known where it was, but I knew because another daughter had gone to a birthday party at a neighbor”s house a couple of weeks before.)

My only regret — I didn”t know about the hickey until a couple of hours later.

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And I STILL haven”t been able to get a copy of the long-term absence form. On Wednesday, I followed up my earlier request and was told by the secretary that if she didn”t get around to it this week, she”d have it done Monday. Who thinks I”m going to wait patiently until Monday? Anyone? Bueller?

Thanks for playing.