Dylan: I’ve washed these jeans and I still can’t get the puke stains out…
Mom: That’s too to bad… “Meeeeeeeemories…. light the. corners. of my. mind. Misty water-colored MEEEEM-RIIIIIEEEEES…” ::shescreamschasinghimdownthehall::

Consequences. The young people, they have to learn the consequences.

3:30 am
I’m in a rocking chair in the ER. The staff are really kind. I got a call at one telling me that my son had been admitted to the ER and was okay. In that short time between the first and last parts of that sentence your heart drops. He is here for alcohol poisoning. He drank so much that he stopped breathing. The nurses told me that he was really apologetic and was hoping that I would get here soon cos I should punish him, that I was going to “kick his ass.”

So far I don’t feel mad at all. I don’t think I will and if I do it won’t be for a while. I’m just glad he’s alive. The boy and girl that brought him in didn’t know his last name. I had to tell admitting his last name.

He just failed the test to leave– couldn’t open his eyes or sit up. We’ll be here a few hours longer. I was given the option of okaying an IV to rehydrate him. Apparently that will sober him up quicker and lessen the effects tomorrow (hangover). I’m not sure what to do. It might be good to have him feel a real hangover, but I’m his mom… he’s my baby… I don’t want him to hurt.

Anyway, I am letting that wait for now. I get the feeling that Dr. McDreamy agrees with the consequences option. Clearly the medical eye-candy is a welcome distraction. The coffee’s not terrible either.