When Will I Ever Meet This Dude? Ugh…

Carrley Jade, you are killing me! So, my 20, almost 21-year-old (because she would absolutely kill me if I didn’t include that detail) has been talking to this boy for quite a while now. Ely.

I’ve tried multiple times to get him to come to dinner with us. You know, just a casual, innocent family dinner. Nothing intimidating about that, right? Well, apparently, it’s not him avoiding it — it’s Carrley! I found out tonight that when he said, “I can ride up there,” she straight-up told him, “No.”

Seriously, Carrley? What is a mom supposed to do with that?

Now, my mom brain is spinning. One part of me is like, “Find him on Facebook and message him yourself!” Just a quick, friendly, “Hey Ely, dinner’s at 6!” What could go wrong? But then there’s the other part of my mom brain — the good mom brain, the one that Carrley loves. That one is saying, “Mind your own business. Let her handle it.”

Ugh. The struggle is real.

I mean, I’m sure if and when they get “that” serious, I’ll meet him, right? I’ll get the chance to size him up, give him the classic mom once-over, and ask all those totally normal and not-at-all embarrassing questions. I can wait for that moment. Maybe.

But in the meantime, I’ll just be over here, dramatically sighing and wondering when I’ll ever meet this mysterious Ely. Stay tuned. I’m sure this saga is far from over.

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