Well, here we go. School starts for Meego in a week and a half, right about the time Wolfgang moves into his dorm, right about the time Chaco moves into his apartment/dorm. I've said it before, I'll say it again. I'm no Helicopter Mom.
My parenting style is more... Tank Girl
Today was Grizzled Jumpstart day at Meego's middle school. It's just a (pseudo)nym for go-to-the-school-among-the-throngs-and-find-your-schedule-and-locker-and-then-get-back-out-alive. So we did that.
I'm so glad I have boys. It took us all of about 10 minutes to take care of business. In the meantime I saw countless girls cutting and primping and getting their lockers all just so very One Direction-esque. There were a few Helicopter Moms standing in the middle of the hallways - comparing schedules and conniving to optimize everything around their kids - as efficient people had to flow around to accomodate their static bodies.
I believe that one of my main goals as a parent is to work myself out of a job, and for the most part, that seems to be going about right. It sometimes seems, though, that their brains go on vacation during these school breaks. Like they're almost toddlers again, dependent. This is a testing time of year, but I'm staying out of the helicopter.
Yesterday, Chaco negotiated his way into using the Civic for two days to go camping with some other carless friends. He'd made sure that Wolfgang didn't need it for work, they'd gas it up, etc. etc. I gave the okay.
So this morning, Wolfgang leaves on his bicycle and then Magnum takes off for work. There went the Civic, down the street. And then I'm all, "Wait a min... wasn't Chaco...?" *sigh*
I start thinking. Maybe (a) Chaco and his friends changed their plans, (b) Magnum forgot, or (c) Chaco never mentioned anything to Magnum. Should I quick call Magnum? But then I think, no. That's what Helicopter Mom would do, and I'm Tank Girl. Let them swim their way out of it.
Magnum carpools to work. His office is about a 30-minute drive from home. Heck if I had an hour laying around to go swap out the Civic because of something with which I had nothing to do. Plus, I had Grizzled Jumpstart followed by a tutor girl today.
There was a chance, however, that it wasn't Magnum's turn to drive the carpool, in which case the Civic would be happily resting at the nearby Park 'n' Ride. I would happily help make the exchange there, but I would leave it to Chaco to find out. I wipe my hands at the whole thing until then! (All this ruminating in my head as Chaco slept.) Then I made myself stop fretting over it anymore.
I was good. I was a good Tank Girl. I busied myself with my own stuff.
Turns out it was a combination of (a), (b), and (c). The camping wasn't quite coming together, Chaco forgot to mention anything to Magnum. Fine, they'd just use the Civic tomorrow and hang out in Manitou.
Works for me. Now, I've just got to last a couple of more weeks, fighting the urge to...
Wish me luck.