it's 9:30.... Do you know where your teenager is?

Ok. The space-time continuum has ruptured. I am 12 years into the future. Anneka is 16 years old, cute as a button (or HOT, as those nasty boys would say) and she's out with friends. However, it's 9:30, and I'm pacing. I am getting a healthy dose of teenage medicine.

So it's not really Anneka. But I'm still pacing. Carissa (our house guest) isn't home yet. She went out with friends at 2:00...and I knew she had plans tonight too. But what if something happened? She's probably fine, but she's taking the bus. It's dark outside. It's too dark to be taking a bus in this area of town. I (and her Mother) wouldn't approve. (A fact which I strongly mentioned the first day - "No bussing after dark!".

So how will she get home? A ride? Probably. But I can't go to bed. That would be irresponsible, right? What if I wake up at 3am and she's not home? What would I tell her Mother? "Oh...I went to bed. Sorry your daughter is missing."

Now I'm thinking "I should have let her take the van." I know I run the risk of her crashing it...but at least we have insurance for that! I don't have "sorry I lost your daughter insurance". However, I don't even know if she has her licence. Is she actually 16? Is she 15? No...wait....I think she's 17? I don't even know! I'm a horrible mother! *sobs*

Okay. I may be over-reacting. I will take a 'pill' (as those whipper-snappers say) and 'chill'. I'm "down with that". I'm your "homie". "Word". This 30-year-old Mommy is totally "shnizzle-figizzle"

If anyone has MSN...I'll be online for a while. At least until I hear the key in the door.