If I’m this freaked about a 4 A.M. MySpace conversation imagine what a basket case I’ll be when he starts actually kissing girls
The other night Justis set his cell phone alarm for 4:30 in the morning so he could wake up and get on his computer to talk to his girlfriend. 4:30 A.M.! Lee is a really light sleeper so the alarm woke him up. Only he didn’t realize it was the alarm that woke him up at the time. He just knew something woke him up.
Since he was up he decided to go to the bathrom [because that's what old people do when they get woken up in the middle of the night]. As he made his way in to the dark hallway he saw a blue glow coming from under Justis’ door.
Lee said, “Justis, what are you doing?”
Immediately it went dark. Lee poked his head in to Justis room and repeated, “What are you doing?” There was no response.
Later that morning Justis admitted he had gotten up to talk to his girlfriend on MySpace.
When I got up and Lee told me about the early morning MySpace adventure I was angry. More angry than Lee seemed to be [which is odd because he's usually the hot head]. I said, “They aren’t supposed to be on the computers on school nights and I still consider 4:30am a school night.” Lee said he’d set up the router so his [and Keaton's just to be safe] computer can’t access the internet from Sunday night to Friday afternoon.
But the more I thought about it the more I started freaking out about it. Here we go. I was content in my cave of ignorance thinking Justis hadn’t gotten to the serious stage of a relationship with a girl yet. But now he’s waking up at 4:30 in the morning to talk to a girl. That takes it to a whole new level. A person doesn’t just wake up at 4:30 in the morning for nobody. I’m not sure I’d even wake up at 4:30 in the morning if Brad Pitt was nudging me [ok, maybe I would].
Since I was totally freaking and none of my friends have teenagers yet so none of them could relate, I decided to call the one person I know has been through this before…my dad. I know most people call their moms, but, although I’m close to my mom, I was raised by my dad and I know he knows the stress of raising a teenager.
I said, “Dad, how did you ever let me out of the house when I was a teenager.” He said, “I don’t remember really having a choice.” I told him, “I’m not sure I’ll make it through these teenager years.” He said, “Yep, they’re rough.”
And then he went on to tell me that this is my punishment for torturing him through my teenage years. I said, “Yeah, but I have to go through this FIVE times.” He goes, “Yeah, you were that bad.”
You just gotta love your parents. Then he said, “Some day they’ll go through this too.” I said, “I hope so.”