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"I hate you!!!! YOU'RE THE WORST MOM EVER!!!!! WHY DON'T YOU DIE???"

Well, my darling daughter, I guess I won't die right now, even though your screeching might make me wish I would, because my job here on this earth isn't quite over yet. You see, it's not ok to yell at me. I'm your mother. There are rules to this thing called life---one of them is actually a commandment from God about honoring your father and your mother. I'm fairly certain that screaming at me and telling me no when I've asked you to do something isn't anywhere near honoring me. Nope. Not even close.

Asking you to turn off the television and work on your homework should not elicit a 'NO' from you. Here, let me help you. Here's how the conversation should have gone:

Me: "Hija, do you have homework?"
You: "Yes I do"
Me: "Please turn off the TV and do it right now, ok?"
You: "Ok, thanks for reminding me. I'd hate to have to pretend I'm sick tomorrow so I can stay home because I didn't do my homework tonight"
Me: "You're welcome"
You: "Can we bake cookies later and have hot chocolate by the fire and read the scriptures together?"
Me: "Again? Oooh, all right. I suppose."

You've already had your beautiful cell phone turned off indefinitely for back talking me. Yes, I know tomorrow is your birthday. No, we won't be going out to dinner. No, not tomorrow night OR the night after that. Why, you ask? Well, I'll let you think about that one sweetheart.

You're a smart girl. I'm sure you'll think of something.

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  1. WOW!!! sounds the night I had with my precious Jared...sigh not looking forward to the teenage years :(

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  2. Pam: there appears to be no personal email address on here that I can find, so unfortunately I will have to do it this way. I am deleting you from my blog, and I will not be back here. Please let's leave it at that. Suffice to say I do not believe in faith. You obviously do. Enough said. Good luck in all you do. Have a great life.

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  3. Heather, you're right to not look forward to that period of time. Although it does have it's up side. I promise!

    Chris--I'm really not sure how to process your comment. When I spoke about being LDS (a Mormon) you told me you thought very highly of me for posting that. So I'm getting a case of whiplash here. I'm also wondering if you only associate with people who don't hold with any religious faith whatsoever. And if that's so, then I'm sorry for you. You're cutting yourself off from such an incredibly diverse section of people. I have friends who are believers, some who are agnostic, some are atheist.

    I too wish you well, Chris.

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  4. Anonymous4:42 PM

    LOVE this!!!

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