Maybe Jack finally stopped growing (6’2” and only 16 so probably not?) I have been measuring him semi regularly on a wall inside my closet since he was about one and a half. 😍
There are dozens of marks… I would put what grade Jack was in, his teacher’s name then his height and age and the date. It’s a total memory wall. I measured myself a couple of times over the last decade. After the height went down a quarter of an inch one time I just stopped measuring. LOL! Don’t wanna know! (Lalalalalalala)
So anyway back to the closet. Right to the side of where I measure Jack are the shelves where I keep my folded jeans, pants (slacks LOL) and leggings etc. over the years the piles grew and even styles changed somewhat drastically … I had some wide legged pants and a few boot cut … like what??? The piles were getting out of hand and as Jack got taller, and broader, it was hard for him to squish in to the space between the door and these shelves for me to accurately measure him. It was a struggle and I would just cram the jeans in even tighter to make room.
Fast forward to the last few weeks (leading up to today actually) and me watching many episodes of Marie Kondo’s shows… first the Tidying one and now the Spark Joy show. If you haven’t watched any of these shows, give em a whirl. She makes you want to eliminate all the clutter in your closets, bookshelves and cabinets.
Side note: Jack is in the shower and possibly singing Billy Joel, I can’t really tell. Or maybe it’s Kanye.
Ok, so I’ve been cleaning out my closets and drawers. 5 garbage bags of shirts and misc. clothing have already gone to Goodwill. Five!!!!
Today I got to the jeans shelves. I filled one giant hefty bag full of various pants and pant-like things. Jeans, leggings, camo, cropped leggings, a jegging or two, NY & Co slacks hahahah I hate that word. But now… you can move freely in my closet (it’s a small walk in.) and Jack will comfortably stand tall against the measuring wall the next time we measure him.
me: Jack, go look in my closet.
Jack: Why what’d you do now?
me: I got rid of a full garbage bag of jeans.
Jack: You wear jeans?
me: Go look!
Jack: Woah, you can actually move in here without being assaulted by your shelves.
me: Should we measure you?
Jack: You just did like 2 weeks ago and I haven’t grown since.
me: Do you think you’ve stopped growing?
Jack: I hope so. I’m ready to get serious about buying some clothes.
It’s funny to think about how many times (probably a hundred or more) Jack would outgrow new clothes even before he wore them due to waiting for the right season. He would get summer clothes for his birthday which is in the dead of winter, and then nothing would fit by July. We had to be very strategic or just buy exactly what he needed that day.
Even if he stops growing soon-ish, I think we are good stopping at a size 12-13 shoe and 34” inseam. Let’s not push it any further. I can’t afford the grocery bills!!!
Jack and I were sitting on the couch the other night. He was showing me something from school that I simply cannot remember right now (Oy!) and I had to lean in to see what he was showing me. Then he looked at my arm, reached over and jiggled it. (It’s a wonder he made it to 16)
Jack: Hey your arm jiggles like a lunch lady!
me: Whaaatttt???? (I start winding up for the knock out punch)
Jack: No! No! Don’t worry! The top of your arm is fine and that’s the important part.
Jack is currently in sunny Arizona with his dad, completely missing the destruction (some rain and wind) from Hurricane Henri. Thankfully it is not a lot worse here, but we were getting slightly worried as of yesterday afternoon. Or rather, I was getting worried. Jack was of course flying across the country. Once I saw that so many gas stations had 10 or more cars lined up in them, and many others were completely out of gas, I started to think… wtf.
I went to the store to make sure I had all the necessities (I really just badly needed romaine lettuce of all things), and saw that the bread and water aisles looked like last year’s COVID panic. I didn’t go in the TP aisle so I don’t know how that fared. But I can guess!
Jack went to NY on Friday. I had to work all day and he basically just had to pack and clean his room since he would be gone for a week, and then would be coming back with a day left to get ready for school. Yikes! Senior year! Anyway, I must have been in a weird mood, and said some weird stuff, but I didn’t think there was anything too out of the ordinary happening. I mean, I’m always weird, and he always says weird sh*t too so I was just doin my thang. I guess my thang is weird.
I don’t like the word “thang”, sorry.
I do remember hearing Jack comment a few times that day, after I would exclaim something or sing something or generally mumble to myself the way I usually do when I think I’m alone.
So what was I saying that could make Jack notice? Here are a few snippets.
I hate the word “snippet” too. I’m going to stop using both of those words starting now. My thang and my snippets use has just ended. Said no one ever.
Hey! I found the bag of cheese on my treadmill. Jack: Said no one ever. On this planet.
I be snappin’ my gum to the Kanye beat. Jack: Mom rockin out to Kanye with her doublemint.
I just skidded on a carrot across the hall. Jack: I’m hoping that was Moca’s.
Banana and cocoa powder and peanut butter, tastes like heaven from above. Jack: Or as I call it, poop from a butt.
Why is Ohio so sad? Jack: It’s Ohio.
Edit: thought of one more… I said “Did ya fill it past the click?” When Jack was pumping gas. He still makes fun of me about that one.
I know there are more, but that’s all I could think of at the moment. Jack has no interest in starting the Sh*t My Mom Says blog so I think we’re good for now hahaha.
The weather in CT right now from Hurricane Henri isn’t too terrible and we’ve been VERY lucky. Prepared for the worst and better to be safe than sorry. Etc Etc!
I hope everyone reading this is also safe and sound!
After serving Jack a breakfast of toast and a Swiss cheese and spinach omelette, I handed him a glass of milk and a bowl of cherries.
Jack: Oh sure, feed me milk and cherries, exactly what killed Thomas Jefferson!!!
What??? First of all. WHO even KNOWS that, and frankly I didn’t even remember which president Jefferson even was (he was the third). And 2nd of all, it was Zachary Taylor, the 12th president, who actually died from a food borne illness suspected of coming either from the pathogens in the water used to wash the cherries or the unpasteurized milk he drank. Well everyone drank that back then. I mean, come on, we ALL know that Louis Pasteur was only in his 20’s at this point, right??
I was driving home from work and gave Jack a call to let him know that I’d be there in a few minutes. I’m not sure if other parents have similar conversations with their teenager… Or maybe they do for different reasons… haha…
me: hey Jack, I’m almost home, getting off the exit now. What are you doing?
Jack: perfect timing. I just broke the corkscrew and don’t know what to do.
Me: Ummm isn’t it a little early to be drinking wine?
Jack : I’m not drinking, I used it to fix the knot in my shorts. But it didn’t work because I held the handle too tight.
Jack and I ate dinner while watching an episode of Madame Secretary. He is so into that show now, and i’m watching it all for a 2nd tme. Really good if you haven’t seen it yet! We would highly recommend it as your next binge.
This week Jack has been interning at my friend’s business and understands what it feels like to be busy all day. We get up at 5 to be at rowing practice at 6, then finish up, go home, shower and I drive Jack to his “job” for 9 then I go to work (luckily they are close to each other), then we head home, walk the dog, feed the cats and slap some dinner together.
Anyway, we were tired from a full week of getting up at 5am. Trust me, as much as I like seeing the sunrise on the beach, I just want a day of solid sleep. We were in the mood to veg out on the couch. I made a giant pot of mac and cheese for Jack, along with veggies, etc., and made sure to make enough for left overs hopefully for lunch tomorrow.
We were eating, or at least I was still eating, and Jack I guess had finished his food, and slumped over like he was in a coma, groaning.
me: What happened?
Jack: Ate. too. much.
me: Really? It didn’t seem like you at a lot at all.
Jack: I ate the whole pan.
me: The whole entire pan??
Jack: Oohhhhhh….. (more holding of stomach and groaning)
me: Jack, that was 8 SERVINGS roughly!
Jack: Yeah, I know, I should have thought that through. Here you can have what’s left.
He hands me his bowl with like 10 little shells in it. Gee thanks.
10 minutes later he eats a half of a banna and a whole apple covered in peanut butter. That was dessert. LOL!
Jack and I returned from an RV trip this weekend. 8 days in a 20-foot camper van, with Jack and Moca the dog, made for an interesting experience! Part glamping, part camping, part roadtrip, we kind of had it all on this trip!
Jack: Except for fun.
me: What do you mean? The trip wasn’t fun? What would you rate the trip overall from 1-10?
Jack: 7? I mean 6.5?
me: Really? How would you rate the fun-ness.
Jack: 5? Maybe?
me: You didn’t have fun?
Jack: Well, I did, but it wasn’t like FUN fun, I mean a few things were fun like the boat tour (we toured the Thousand Islands area of NY), and…
me: And that’s it?
Jack: If you want to count you barreling up and down mountain roads at 70 miles per hour… that was fun.
me: Now you’re just kidding.
Jack: Eating was fun. No wait, staying in the hotel was fun!
(We needed to stay in a hotel so Jack could do his driver’s ed zoom calls, with uninterrupted wifi.)
me: Well, where would you like our next vacation to be?
Jack: In a hotel.
We toured the Finger Lakes region of NY, the Thousand Islands region of NY, Grand Isle/Burlington VT, Mt. Washington area of NH, Bar Harbor and Acadia ME, and then down to Salem MA before heading back to CT.
I stalked two of my favorite writer’s homes (Joseph Monninger and Stephen King) and can now cross those off my to-do list! We couldn’t climb Mt. Washington, so we’ll have to do that another time. We were also originally planning to go to Niagara Falls, but decided against it at the last minute. We probably drove an average of 3.5-4 hours per day to get from place to place, and stayed in campgrounds mostly, just for safety sake.
I used a website called RV Share and was able to rent this camper van from a private renter, sort of like Air Bnb but for RV’s. It was a great experience, but not one that I would need to do again most likely. Unless I owned my own camper or something, which is not in the plans. I would much rather roadtrip in a car and then stop at hotels along the route, OR straight up camp out in the wilderness with a tent and canoe or something like that. I think Jack feels the same way.
me: So, Jack, what was your favorite thing about the road trip? Aside from the boat tour?
Jack and I were driving home from his rowing practice the other night. Well, he was driving and I was pretending to not be scared. Kidding. He’s not bad for a beginner driver. I’ve seen worse adult drivers with years of experience. Trust me!
It was an amazing day, sunny and warm, and the sunset wasn’t going to happen for at least another hour and a half.
me: Jack, when we get home you should come for a walk with me and Moca.
Jack: No thanks. I want to shower and eat, I’m starving.
me: How about 10 minutes. Just to enjoy the last nice hour before it gets dark.
me: 5 minutes? We can walk around the yard?
Jack: Geez, I literally have to tell you “no” more times than YouTube premium offers. Come on!