Eat, sleep, go to school: forgettable life of a teen

“Because I Said So” column for The Commercial Appeal

Sept. 15, 2011

There is an oddity inside my home. Under my roof lives an alien creature nearly 51/2 feet tall and all arms and legs. And feet. It communicates through a series of grunts and shrugs and text messages. There is a very good chance it is either eating or sleeping right now.

It is the teenager. I don’t claim to have discovered the species. It’s not the first of its kind, I know, but what scares me is that it is not the last, either. Not by a long shot. By my calculations, we will eventually have three living and eating in one house all at the same time.

The horror.

Where can enough food be found? What will conversations sound like with bleary eyes buried in phone texts and only a guttural growl à la Chewbacca given in response to a cheery “good morning!” (at noon!)? Will clothes one size too small be in fashion by then?

My current teenager is forgetful. This is in the case of “Don’t forget to take out the garbage” and not “Don’t forget there’s chocolate cake.” His lapse in memory is a recent development and one that is not at all welcome. Dealing with career and family is difficult enough. It’s frustrating having to deal with myriad wants, needs, complaints and whining, and then come home from work to get it all over again from a house full of kids. Selective amnesia is of no help whatsoever … (read more)