My son had a couple of friends over after school on Friday with my permission, and asked if I could drive them to the mall. I like both these kids a lot, and apparently they like me, too. One of them thinks I'm pretty funny, and calls me his "hero". I don't really get that, but I'll take it. I'm apparently not very much like the other Catholic School Moms. The other one thinks I'm pretty cool and is jealous because I'm taking my son to see The Dead in concert at the end of the month. Keep in mind my son didn't even like The Dead when I won the tickets, but now is seeing his mother's wisdom in asking him to go with me as he realizes that none of his other friend's mothers would do the same thing. So I dropped the "Irish Mafia" off at the mall pretty secure in my coolness.
Yesterday I had a class and wasn't sure what time I would be back in town. I told my son he would have to plan on walking home from school. I got out early, and it was pouring rain. I checked the house first and he wasn't home yet, so I drove over to the school. Neither of us have a cell phone right now, so I went in looking for him. I found him in the cafeteria, much to his chagrin. He asked me to go ahead and when he got in the car he admitted that he was kind of embarrassed by my presence.
I waited until later and asked how I could be so cool on Friday, but so embarrassing on Monday. He said my "cool levels" change. I suggested that maybe in reality, I am extremely cool ALL of the time, and maybe it's his moodiness that changes. He didn't like that suggestion very much.
Oh well, next time he can walk home in the torrential downpour while me and the inside of my extremely cool 10 year old station wagon stay nice and dry.
16 hours ago