Saturday, December 3, 2011

it's a wrap

Last night, there were 4 teenage boys at my house.  All attend the same high school, and two had just watched their team win the semi-final game of the state play-offs.

I was in my room, and they were between the XBox upstairs and the television downstairs.  At about 11:30, I got up to check on them, turn off the lights, lock the doors, etc.  The TV was blaring, but there was not another sound in the house.  The absence of 4 teenage boys is a deafening sound.

I checked bedrooms, balcony, backyard, garage...not a trace.  Looked down the street...listened in the quiet neighborhood.  Nothing.  Called their cell phones.  Nothing.  So - not wanting to tell two other parents that I had lost their children - I got into my mom-mobile to search the streets.

A few blocks over, I saw toilet paper fluttering from the trees.  Hmmm......Not a very professional job, I must say.  And the mess...they left a roll in the street.  And bits and pieces like a bread crumb trail.

They saw me as I left, and so they arrived home before I did (and called me when they did).  They knew they were caught.  And truth be told, I was more upset that they had left without saying anything than the actual TP'ing.  Of course, if they would have said they were leaving, I would have surely told them, "no". 

So at nearly midnight, I was following them in my car while they picked up most of the mess that they had made....the scraps of paper and half used rolls in the street.  I think they were having the time of their lives.  I have been hearing rumblings of such a plan for quite a while, and last night, all the pieces fell into place for them to put it into action.  One of my offspring called it a "Celebration Wrap" in honor of their team winning a place in the State Championship game next weekend.

This is where the Mom Manual falls short.  On the one-hand, a fairly harmless rite of passage.   On the other hand, in this day and age of crazy people, not the best late night activity.  Am I a slacker mom if I don't get horribly upset about this?  Or are my children beginning a life of criminal activity with this (I have some mom friends who's children would n.e.v.e.r do such a thing!)

And then tonight, I snapped this picture of 3 of the 4.  My oldest has discovered his talents as a bar-b-q chef.  They thawed the steaks, seasoned them, and cooked them on the grill.  Medium rare.  And then sat down at the table like normal people to eat their one-course man meal.

Not sure what the attraction is with the white hat (that I used to wear in high school, I think).  But he can bar-b-q some mean steaks.


  1. sounds so normal. I well remember doing this with my hs boyfriend and his buddies, as well as throwing apples at stop signs. Sounds like you handled it just fine, Karen!

  2. If that's all they were doing, no harm! They could've been doing much worse!
    Our state championships were played this weekend; this is the first year in 8 that our high school didn't make it there. Congratulations to the boys' high school!

  3. I just love this! I agree...this is where the Mom manual leaves off. I think you handled like a pro....sounds like a rite of passage to me ;-)