I'm losing it, I swear. Weeburt never leaves home except for school. Most of his days are spent in his room, on his computer. He'll be 17 soon - it's not a battle I will fight anymore. He's carrying a wicked school load (3 AP classes as a junior), gets good grades, is uncommonly pleasant and cooperative for a teen boy. So... okay. Phone rings at 11:30 this morning. Unfamiliar name and number. I was in a decent mood so decided to answer so caller would know they had wrong number. Me: Hello? Caller: Hi Mom. Me: (quick mental roll call - Wee is upstairs, thank you is downstairs, and Boo is right in front of me) Uhhh.... I'm pretty sure you're not my son. Caller: It's me, Mom. *Weeburt*. Long pause from me, trying to figure out why on earth Weeburt is out of the house, how he left, where he was, and then a split-second of joy that he actually *had* left the house.... then the realization dawned. Enter tear-inducing laughter. His AP Chem class has extra credit Sundays a couple times a quarter. I had gotten him up at 8:30. Hugged him. Was fully aware that husband drove him up to school. Knew that he was going to have to be picked up - usually at noon, but they got out early today. Sigh.... just another horrific blunder on my part that I will never live down. "Uhhh... I'm pretty sure you're not my son." Seriously????? How's that for building a kid's self-esteem? Fortunately, Weeburt has a very dark sense of humor and didn't take it too personally. Like I said, I'm losing it.