The teen had a bit of a party while I was away this weekend. It’s the first time I’ve ever left her alone for any amount of time. I gave extra keys to the neighbours and asked them to keep an eye.
“I’m so tired”
“From all the tidying up…” She looks at me regretfully but continues bravely “they were really messy”
“Didn’t your friends help you?”
“No. I had to clear up all the sick.” She brightens “It was cool, we got three bottles of vodka for £15 down the road. They knew we were underage.”
“Then my friend made out with one of the boys in the shed.”
“What exactly does ‘making out’ consist of?”I ask gingerly, imagining phone calls from the parents…my daughter lost her virginity in your shed…
She groans “Well first you have snogging, then making out, then fingering, then blowjob, then full sex, then licking out.”
“So making out is restricted to kissing and tits?” I pry, drawing an imaginary triangle between my mouth and breast area.
“Is this over the bra or under the bra?”
Now she’s looking annoyed “Oh for god’s sake mum… “
My goodness! Hire mercenaries to protect her in the REAL party!
How times have changed. I never got invited to a party like that when I was a teenager (If only!). In fact my mum objected to me having sex with a woman in my bedroom when I was 25!
It's scarey to see your kids growing up. My own daughter is disarmingly knowledgable about sex and comes out with things that make me blush. I'd be worried if she actually did it, but the good thing is that she seems to know about condoms so if she can't be good she can at least be careful. Better that than the other way round!
Wow, at least it sounds like she did a good job on the cleaning up! Maybe make sure she has some buckets on hand at the next party, they certainly came in handy at my own teenage parties (my parents refused to leave the house but would shut themselves up in their bedroom all night!)
She also needs to get friends who offer to help clean up! Although I'm not sure I had any of those until I was a lot older.
I can totally relate to the last paragraph of your post. I cried the day my daughter came home with the pill (April last year, she was 15 1/2). Way too early but at least I'm not a granny yet.
thora, i know…does one ever get used to it?