Day four has brought desperation, anger, sarcasm, and boredom. How does this differ from any other day at your house, you might ask. Well, it just IS different. Trust me. It's mostly the anger part.
Perhaps it was the enforced seclusion that brought about the wild mood swings displayed by The Eighteen Year Old. Or perhaps it was the late birthday present of putting her cell phone into her name and on her dime, plus the very real (and soon to be fulfulled ) threat of removing her from our insurance and setting her free to be as free as free can be.
She say's she's an adult. I say prove it.
Meanwhile, the Two Girls played in the snow outside for hours, returning only to eat and beg me to take them some place that wasn't here and when the answer was no they went back out into the fifteen degree invigoration of the great outdoors. Yes, I'm The Mean Mom.
It's a gift.
Day four has left me with a clean house downstairs, as I clean when I'm highly agitated, and one less cell phone on my family plan.
Is it time to ship her off to college yet? Oh yeah, I haven't finished her application yet.
Note to self: Finish it SOON.
Perhaps it was the enforced seclusion that brought about the wild mood swings displayed by The Eighteen Year Old. Or perhaps it was the late birthday present of putting her cell phone into her name and on her dime, plus the very real (and soon to be fulfulled ) threat of removing her from our insurance and setting her free to be as free as free can be.
She say's she's an adult. I say prove it.
Meanwhile, the Two Girls played in the snow outside for hours, returning only to eat and beg me to take them some place that wasn't here and when the answer was no they went back out into the fifteen degree invigoration of the great outdoors. Yes, I'm The Mean Mom.
It's a gift.
Day four has left me with a clean house downstairs, as I clean when I'm highly agitated, and one less cell phone on my family plan.
Is it time to ship her off to college yet? Oh yeah, I haven't finished her application yet.
Note to self: Finish it SOON.
I think both of your teens need a good does of reality and humilty Pam. You are too good of a mother and they know better. I think the next several weekends would be best served in a soup kitchen.
ReplyDeleteHey Pammy, you're having fun. It's great when it snows so much you can't get to school. One year we built an enormous fort, and a catapult to fire snowballs at passers by - that got the natives excited. Snow liberates school children - Hurrah!
ReplyDeleteAll the snow has given me Tommy is unbelievable stress and more gray hair and that's all I'm going to say right now.
ReplyDeleteGray hairs?
ReplyDeleteNever! Silver streaks my dear and you took a long time to get them right.
36c and I am here in my shorts and a T-Shirt air con humming blissfully in the back ground.
Damn! got more assignments to finish.
sneak off up here. i'll save ya.
ReplyDeletewe have homemade pizza and Seahawks!
GO HAWKS!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Whitesnakey....your place sounds a lot more fun than mine right now and considerably warmer.
ReplyDeleteFN, don't tempt me I know where you live. Well, almost. I bet I could find you by driving north and looking for the scenery you've posted. ::sigh:: I could use the break.
Make her fill out the applications herself- If she doesn't get it in on time, then it's HER fault!
ReplyDeleteOoooooh no. That would mean she's not leaving and I need her to leave and spread her wings, far away from me.
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