Son #1: MIA

I barely know my eldest son these days, and it's a damn shame. It's another caffeine-induced late night for me, and I'm really bummed. I have to stalk Son #1 on the internet or text him if I need to talk to him. If I want to talk to him, I'm screwed.

He is a talented young man, as previously established. So talented he participated in a talent show without telling me the date in advance. His father, my ex, says he has to look at the school calendar on the website to know what's going on. What bullshit. I should get an invitation to things like that, via phone call a week or so in advance. I knew he was practicing for it, I just didn't know when the whole thing went down.

Enough self pity. Well, almost enough.

He has girl troubles, and I never know about it until after the fact. I suppose that's normal, but I like to think we are close, and I like to think he should need his mother more for things like that. He told me when his first wet dream was, for chrissake, so why can't he talk to me about his lack of girlfriends or his emerging gay feelings, if any of those are issues? See, I don't even know what the issues are.

He's only a sophomore, but he is nearing 17 and hasn't had a steady girlfriend since middle school. I think he just has bad luck, but the rumour is that he appears to be too self confident, which is bullshit, if he's MY son. We are full of bravado, but lacking in confidence fer sure.

So, anyways, he's missing in action most of the time, and I just have to bend over and take it. Oh well. On to the next drama. I expect it now.