Scared

I looked around today at the young women in my church and thought to myself "I'm scared."

Not that the girls aren't wholesome and lovely- they are. But they're also clever, flirty, long-legged, and super hot. A lot of them. It seems like a disease in my community to be a gorgeous teenager with amazing fashion sense and confidence. They don't wear a lot of make-up, their hair is simple, long, wavy, and natural looking. They dress appropriately and they have fun.

So I'm scared about that.

Because I have TWO boys, who someday will grow in to teenagers. It's something I don't like to think about (except on Sunday afternoon when I want to take a nap and they are running around like complete savages)

I will eventually have to deal with girls calling/texting and parties and driving and dates. I'll have to try so hard to not be that mother that pries and asks questions and pushes her boy away because she desperately wants to know every little detail of what is going on in their lives. I will have to be patient and loving and wait for them to come to me, which is going to be a challenge.

I know this already because when I pick B up from school and ask him what he did he says things like "Ummm some stuff..."

Maybe it's because he's only in kindergarten and honestly doesn't remember, but in my crazy mom-brain I wonder if it's because he just doesn't really want to talk about it.

It's things like these that make me scared.

But, when I look around at those girls, I see my former self. I remember those days of carefree fun, and I also remember being totally oblivious about what boys might be thinking. 

So then I hope. 

I hope that those kinds of girls will still be around when my boys are ready for them. I'm scared that they won't be, but I hope they are.

Until then, I have these guys:

And right now, I've got potty training.

Halloweiner

The thing about Halloween is... it's a bit ridiculous unless you're a kid or you have kids. Otherwise it's an excuse to dress slutty/gory/stupidly and go to really out of control parties.

Personally, I have kids, and they're old enough to trick-or-treat, so it's way fun.

This year Clark was a dragon and B was a cowboy.

(weird, third year in a row)

Obviously the boy has moves:

We also got our trick-or-treat on with these people:

From left to right Ariel, Prince Eric, and Sebastian. (with a dragon in the background)

 

Fun had by all. 

When we got in the car to go home, B said "Mom this is the best day of my life."

Sometimes when I'm out and about shopping for... things... I run across something that I love and obsess about. It's usually something a bit frivolous or pricey, which is why I can't snatch it up and buy it right away. I always think about Wayne's World, where Wayne is standing in front of the guitar store and says "It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine." 
Check it out:

That's the kind of trance I'm in.

That's the moment where I should make a plan and make it happen, but... usually that's not the case. No, I'd rather pine day and night and think about it until the item is no longer available, leaving me to the inevitable "I wish I would have just bought it." The thing about me is that I rarely have buyer's remorse, but I usually have not-buyers remorse.


Take this little number for example:

Insanity. $70.00 at Target. Why shouldn't I buy it? It's not an unreasonable price and the fur is detachable. Well, I probably shouldn't make this purchase because,

1) My husband probably won't love it, but that has never stopped me before 
2) I am saving money for a big spending trip to Scottsdale in December (H&M and Last Chance. HOLLER)
3)I HAVE A GAGILLION COATS.


These are minor details, am I right? I say the same thing about coats that I do about shoes and bags: A bag/shoe/coat for every purpose and a purpose for every bag/shoe/coat.
I've consulted facebook, I've tweeted, and I instagrammed it, so my internet friends say it's a go. I also consulted my sister, and that's important.


So in the end, I do believe I will be going back to Target to buy this beauty. 

Hi. It's me.. same Emily, different place.

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