What is it about teenage boys and their lack of verbal skills?  I know my son can talk.  He can easily extoll the virtues of those new $150 Shaq sneakers, and he managed to burn through 1,450 text messages on his cell phone last month.  Seriously though, when it comes to face to face communication with him, lately, it’s pretty much anyone’s guess as to whether he’ll be in a sharing kind of mood…or a grunting kind of mood! 

     I take some solace in the knowledge that my friends are having the same issues with their oh-so-sweet (yeah, right) teens.  But there’s something about a kid that gives you a know-it-all sideways glance, followed by a deep sigh and a monosyllabic answer, that really pisses me off.  It’s like some weird pavlovian trigger in my brain; he rolls his eyes at me = I immediately have the desire to raise my voice…and not in a pleasant, sing-song way.

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It’s coming, sneaking up on me like quicksand.  The theme to Jaws is playing in my head. I was feeling like a bad mom, but then I started asking other moms if they felt the same way.  The feeling seems to be universal.  What am I referring to, you ask?  The fact that summer is almost over (at least for us Floridians, where for unknown, inane reasons, school starts in the middle of August).  Growing up in New England, summer didn’t really end until the day after Labor Day…that’s still another 5-6 weeks of summer, by my calcs., but here in FL. school starts in 2.5 weeks.  YIKES!  Holy ickiness!! 

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What is it about nighttime and ice cream?

I’m a relatively healthy eater during the day.  I do my share of biking, misc. cardio and working out to hopefully slow down the case of flabbies that I’m starting to see (ok, I’ve been seeing it for years now, cut me some slack), but somewhere between the hours of 9pm - 11pm, the freezer starts calling my name.  And I don’t mean just a faint whisper, I mean a full blown, “YO WOMAN, THERE’S YUMMY MOOSE TRACKS WITH YOUR NAME ALL OVER IT” kind of beckoning.  Hell, scrap beckoning, it’s like an invisible magnetic force and I’m a giant paperclip!  Do you feel me? 

I’m not the kind of person who starves herself all day, nibbling at a couple of lettuce leaves so that by the time the evening rolls around, I’m simply ravished.  Nope, not my style, so don’t bother to tell me how to better balance my calories and then the sweet, lovely, creamy ice cream (actually frozen yogurt w/ candy in it) won’t seem so desireable.  It is, plain and simple. 

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