tell my mom all about it

Apparently I spoke too soon – even if it was just the least little thing I could have told her.

If we make through tonight (which I highly doubt), I’m going to keep my trap shut.

Today I did it. I tricked my mom into asking who this New Guy was, and then BAM! I so very nonchalantly said, “He’s my boyfriend.”

And then…

Silence.

I told her I didn’t mean to give her a stroke, and then the questions came.

“Is he a drug addict?”
No.

“Does he have a job?”
Yes.

“Did he go to college?”
Yes.

“I always knew I’d be the last one to know.”
It’s only been a few weeks. Most everyone doesn’t know. (Kind of a fib, but it saved her feelings.)

“Am I ever going to meet him?”
Yes.

“Soon?”
Yes.

“OK.”

That was both much easier and much more difficult than I had anticipated. I’m not marking this one as done yet, ‘cause I haven’t told her all about it. I’ve just broached the subject, and we’re going to take it very VERY slowly from here on out.

Every morning, no matter what, my mom wakes me up to say goodbye, ask what my plans are for the day and tell me she loves me. Normally, when it’s 7:30 in the morning, I’m not so thrilled about this ritual. This morning, however, I was awake at 6:30 planning what I was going to tell her. This was going to be THE conversation.

Apparently, my mom felt bad that I was working on Labor Day so she decided not to wake me up early. How nice…

I’ll get you next time, lady.

Things are going beautifully for me these days, and all signs are pointing to ….hmmmm…no…I’m not going to jinx it. Things are going really well for me right now.

The thing is my mother doesn’t know. My mother, whom I tell pretty much everything, has no idea that I’m head over heels in love with this man. I should probably remedy that.

I don’t know why I get nervous about it. Maybe I’m embarrassed for everyone to see how excited I am. I know she’d love him, too, so I don’t know why I can’t just say “hey mom, this is my boyfriend, New Guy.”

It’s a big deal.