Almost as if he has been reading my blog, I just received a text from #5. Just to refresh everyone’s memory – mine included – #5 just turned 19 in October and goes to a state university that is a dry campus. Also to refresh your memories, this week is the week of the half drunk challenge. And, just to put your minds at ease, NO I am not drunk or drinking – other than ginger and lemon tea – at 8:45 am.
Anyhow, the text message from #5 – whom I will see on Wednesday as I am traveling to Oneonta with a good friend who has an interview at the other college in town – was could you please bring me a bottle of red wine when you come.
A bit of background here. I have never allowed – when I was awake – my underaged children to drink in my house. I do not condone underage drinking. I am, though, a realist and know that my kids do drink, not the 15 year old yet but the other five. I am also a realist in that I know #5 will get the bottle of wine from someone else if I decide to not take it with me.
My older children, numbers 1 through 4, have accused me of getting soft. I have allowed #6 to do things that I would have let #1 do when he was this age. I have not yelled and screamed at #5 about bringing alcohol into the house – though I have made him dump out alcohol I have found. What my older children do not realize is I am not getting soft, I am just plain tired. I am tired of being the one to be on booze patrol. I am tired of being the “bitch” mom that no one wants around. I am tired of trying to parent – though I know I still have decades of parenting ahead of me. I want to take a break. I almost feel like I deserve a break.
So, now back to #5. Do I take him a bottle of red wine? Do I ignore the fact that campus is a dry campus? Do I ignore the fact that he is not legally able to drink?
What say you all?