Super Ginormous

04.28.2006

What Have I Become?

I never thought I would hear myself utter the words,“‘I sound like my par­ents.” But it hap­pened. When I said it, I did so in a half-joking man­ner, but now that I think about it more, I don’t think I was jok­ing. Let me explain…

We’re stay­ing at the Crowne Plaza Hotel here in Macon, GA where Kim is attend­ing a two-day sem­i­nar on teen sub­stance abuse. In addi­tion to hav­ing this event for men­tal health pro­fes­sion­als, there’s been some sort of event for high school FFA clubs going on. Not a big deal, right? Wrong.

Our end of the hall prob­a­bly has around five or six rooms of teenagers. I was made aware of this fact by the increase of traf­fic in the stair­well next to our room and in the hall­way out­side of our room. For a bet­ter part of the day, I could hear kids walk­ing from room to room, slam­ming doors here and there. I could hear kids stomp­ing their feet up and down the stair­well. (I joked to Kim that it sounded like they “brought their cows with 'em”. She didn’t get it right away.) Any­way, until about mid­night I “tol­er­ated” these incon­sid­er­ate kids as they gala­vanted up and down the hall­way and stair­well. At mid­night, I did what my par­ents would have done: I called the front desk and com­plained.

Typ­i­cally, I wouldn't care. I’m a heavy sleeper. Noise doesn't bother me. Now that I have a fourth-and-a-half month old, though, noise has to be a con­cern for me.

So, back to the real­iza­tion that Kim and I had in the car… We are becom­ing our par­ents, because we are par­ents. So, if we sound like our par­ents… maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

This item was posted by Chris Harrison.

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