Do you think they act this way so we're happy to drop them in their dorms and not look back?
>> 18 January 2011
For the most part SuperGirl and I get along pretty decently. Well, as good as an almost sixteen year old can get along with her mother.
But every once in awhile- ooohhho boy. Better yet- duck and cover. It'll be safer- I promise.
Actual conversation yesterday. Me in Panera, trying desperately not to eavesdrop on the family dishing all the juicy gossip in front of me. Ohhh Cousin Tony is drinking again and Aunt Becky has no idea but really how can she be surprised? She drank all those years and really even though no one ever talks about it, drink wasn't all she was doing. Uncle Todd...wait what about Uncle Todd?..... WHAT ABOUT UNCLE TODD? Shhhhh cute but really loud toddler- I can't hear what's going on with Uncle Todd. Dammit. Ring, ring, ring.
No, really- that's what it sounds like.
Hello daughter who is currently at the mall with the BFF I secretly hate but can't tell you because I still want you to talk to me and tell me things.
No you can't go to the ghetto to stay with the night with the BFF I secretly hate. No... no.... no... no.... no... no... no. Because I said so. I don't care if you get one why. I told you that when you were eight- get over it. My one answer never seems to satisfy you anyway. It's not like you look at me and say...Gee Mom, I totally see your reasoning. You are totally right. I shouldn't have asked. NO. Great I just made the toddler cry.
No-no matter how many times you say please it's still no. This isn't ice cream for cryin' out loud. NO. Because it's the ghetto and the Dad's house and there's no supervision. Remember that one time when I let you stay out there, and it turned out all the neighborhood boys stayed over for a giant sleep-over and even though you said nothing happened....no I don't trust you. Are you crazy?
No... no.... no... no.... no... no... no.no... no.... no... no.... no... no... no.no... no.... no... no.... no... no... no.No... no.... no... no.... no... no... no.no... no.... no... no.... no... no... no.no... no.... no... no.... no... no... no.no... no.... no... no.... no... no... no.no... no.... no... no.... no... no... no.no... no.... no... no.... no... no...
God- that kid's gonna be a good lawyer someday.
2 comments:
I swear to you that is the exact opposite of how I communicate with my daughter ( even though she is 21). Other than I duck for cover when the mood hits her and I hate her bff but can't say it because she would dump my bloody limp body in the septic tank because they have been bff's for 8 years ( longer than most marriages) and even though her bff was a SPOILED FREAKING TITTY BABY BRAT, they are now room mates at the university. AND my daughter has a degree in criminal science and will be getting a degree in abnormal psychology in may so she turns everything I say into how I am just a freak.
Ok shit, so she's right, whatever.
It probably doesn't help I send her emails like the one on my site yesterday. ( ok definitely).
good luck and keep your head down, or buy a helmet with a face shield.
My daughter is 11 and I see this developing in her and is scares the crap out of me. I wonder "Will she be a grown up who looks back and thinks of all the things I did for her or is she gonna go into therapy complaining about how I never let her spend the night and so and sos house"
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