The older woman

My oldest son, Christian turned 14 in March. He has always been a good kid. Good grades, good at sports and kind for the most part. In sixth grade I noticed he had a real interest in girls. They almost seemed to have magic powers in his mind. I had tried the "no dating" thing with the girls. Leighann never did car dates(to my knowledge) until she was atleast 16. Lynsi did a car date at 15 to a prom and her sister was with her. Now Christian at 14 just doesn't see what the big deal is.
I'm sure you're thinking, Christian can't drive, he's only 14. Well, Christian's new friend, Ashley is 16!! At the end of the school year he broke up with his age appropriate g/f Liz, telling me that it's summer, he wouldn't see her, so what's the point? (I was actually proud of him, thinking it would get his mind off the chicks for a while) Not 2 days later he is on the phone with Ashley. Then he asks if he can go swimming with her at her step-dads house. So I start my investigation, who will be there... How would you get home... I want to speak to an adult who will be there. As I am digging for clues I find out Ashley would be bringing him home. No wait, DRIVING him home. She is going to be a senior this year! So of course the answer is NO. We proceed with the whole talk on the importance of abstinence. God has someone for you when the time is right. You are likely in two different places in your life as she is so much older.
Of course he tells us everything we want to hear, I went away feeling a little better.
Well, a few nights ago, he asks if he can go to the movies with her. She would be driving. I am chewing a bloody hole in my tongue, choking on "Hell no!" But manage,"Let me think about it". In an attempt to not alienate my son, I decide a good compromise would be for her to come over and watch a movie downstairs with all of us here.
With the news of our house guest, my daughter Lynsi shows up. She wanted to check out the cradle-robber. We are quietly talking back in forth about what she would look like. Is she a heavy girl with a "nice personality" or a "butter face" as Lynsi says. Nice girl, nice physique, but her face...when she arrives.
She is driving a car nicer than mine(not a big stretch, but geez) and she is sweet, and pretty! She did have a few green streaks in her blonde pony tail, but it was a school spirit thing.
So what is she doing with my 14 year old son? So any of you Mom's, this is a cry for help. I don't really know what to do, besides limit their time together. It is very hard to be objective when it's your kid, and he hasn't really done anything wrong. I will be anxiously waiting for any words of wisdom. And prayer please<3

A day turned to sh*@$

Do you ever have one of those days? Nothing extremely awful like a car accident or a broken limb, but when nothing seems to go right? That was my day yesterday.
I am always running on a relatively tight schedule, usually starting around 6 am. After getting the boys on the bus at 7 am, Quinn and I were off to my job at the Chiropractic center (on time no less). After about an hour of good behavior, she starts having a screaming fit. Luckily, we only had a few more patients. But immediately the stress level at work rose atleast 10 degrees. As I am massaging my patients, trying to relax them and discuss pain management options, I am inwardly freaking out. Eveytime I would lay her down on her activity mat or in the play pen she would scream and arch her back. Is 5 and a half months too early for corporal punishment?J/K!! Eventually, she settled down and went to sleep, but I fear my days of bringing her to work with me are coming to halt.
Fridays at work are our short day, so when our last two patients cancelled, I was inwardly doing back flips because I needed to go to Vestal for some shopping and hurry home in time to get everyone off to their ballgames etc. When I say I needed to go shopping, I mean "needed", I am sure my boys ate ketchup and shredded cheese for lunch because thats all there was in the refrigerator.
So yay, I can go and get back, and maybe even sit down with my hubby for 5 minutes before returning to Crazyville. Best of all, there will be menfolk to unload all of my purchases at SuperWalmart. Well, patients kept dropping in one after the other, each one seeming to have worse troubles (in their mind) than the last. I am sure my massages got more and more deep as I watched the minute hand pass the 3 and then the 6 and then the 9!!
Finally, done! As we are preparing to leave, my shopping companion/co-worker/friend's cell phone rings. Major crisis with her ex-husband and she is on the phone for what seemed like 45 minutes, with her pointer finger up asking me to wait, she'll be right there. Holy CRAP! Come on!!! To buy back some time on the way to Vestal, my friend takes a different route, ala her husbands directions, and we end up on some fricken logging road in God knows where, but eventually Vestal. Shop for 45 minutes and race back. I completely missed my husband, got Chris to practice late, causing him to completely stress out(not good for acne prone skin).Finally, I am home to unload my groceries and race back for Chris' ballgame and graduation which he has to play drums for.
I run into the house to use the bathroom (I deperately needed it at this point)to find the toilet plugged and a note in my husbands scrit saying,"I'm so proud of this poop that I left it here for you to enjoy" and signed Chris' name to it.
So, how was your day?:)