Oh holy crap. Just when I think her 'attitude' and my general stupidness couldn't get worse-- it does.
But hey, I figured I still had my son. MY son would NEVER treat me like that. HE loves his mother. HE knows his mother isn't stupid. Pfft- he turns 13 soon. And I just got even dumber.
Can't wait for them to be old enough that I'm no longer too stupid to get dressed in the morning.
Put her in pants. Ok. That? Cracked me up. I can hear you threatening it, too, and I can see the pure look of fear on Avery's face. Well, Avery is Sam when Sam was three. So when Avery is 14, she'll probably continue to be Sam-ish. Start the panic now!
On the bright side- we had "freshman parent orientation" last night (she's going to high school! CRAP!) and we were told that she'll be placed in mostly honor classes and may actually skip freshman math since she tested out of it and will go directly to geometry (which I'm not crazy about).
So she is really, really smart. AND she knows it all. Ducky.
But here's the difference between me and you - I bet you trudged out to her school with the uniform. Me? I would have told nice-secretary-lady that it was just too damn bad that my kid didn't listen to me and she could sit out this one. You only have to do that once or twice (or 3 or 4 times) before they realize mama ain't gonna ask how how when they say jump.
But then again, it's prolly also why my kids live in different states.
LOL! No wonder I love you both. With chic, I share the "tough noogies, you were sure you were right and didn't need my opinion....so you don't need my delivery services either" parenting style.
And with you, dear, tormented S, I share the coping mechanism of *SARCASM* [except *we* know we're to the point we're at least halfway serious]: "Teenagers...can't live with 'um, and there's some dumb ass rule that you can't run them over repeatedly with your car!!" ROTFLMAO! I was usually the mom [over?]sharing this type opinion at school meetings and watching the other moms raise their eyebrows. Not that I much gave a shit.
They say God gives you what you can handle....so I guess there's a reason I only had one. Hang tough!
And. Hm. I live most of the way across the continent from my kid....and I'm the one who left. Hm. *ducks head and tries not to think too hard about that*
Anyone who knows me longer that 1/2 of 1/2 of 1/2 of a second knows I would never do anything to one of my kids. But yes, Sarcasm and me? Are the best of friends. If I'm not being sarcastic, better check that I'm not dead.
One running joke between a friend of mine and me is that now as Da Prez, I can't tell people what I really think of them. I actually have to be *nice* and tell them I understand thier concern and will look into solving their problems. Then I call my friend and bitch at her about being *nice*.
Fun times. NOT.
But hey- Sam didn't get her uniform until after I did my other things - including getting my precious diet snapple. And she only got it because I had to go to the school anyway AND the scretary made her admit to everyone there that i was right and she was wrong. It was torture for Sam and fun for me!
Actually, I had to wait for the oil guy. We switched oil companies and yesterday was the first time they came. So I had to wait for him. Then I ran out of diet snapple. Let's see- school with Sam's uniform -v- run to get Diet Snapple....no brainer - I got the snapple. I did have to go over to the school to get stuff for the PTO and pick up my friend's son while I was there because she was stuck at work. Then the secretary who I'm good friends with made Sam announce to everyone that her mother was right before they would give Sam her uniform.
I am glad she had it though - there is a cheering competition (dear LORD, kill me now) in two weeks and Mommy's precious choreographed the dance - and they did it during 1/2 time yesterday and really did look good. So I'm glad I got to see that.
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But doncha know that they are ALWAYS right!! :)
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But hey, I figured I still had my son. MY son would NEVER treat me like that. HE loves his mother. HE knows his mother isn't stupid.
Pfft- he turns 13 soon.
And I just got even dumber.
Can't wait for them to be old enough that I'm no longer too stupid to get dressed in the morning.
Seriously?
shit. just shit.
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Ok. That? Cracked me up.
I can hear you threatening it, too, and I can see the pure look of fear on Avery's face.
Well, Avery is Sam when Sam was three. So when Avery is 14, she'll probably continue to be Sam-ish. Start the panic now!
On the bright side- we had "freshman parent orientation" last night (she's going to high school! CRAP!) and we were told that she'll be placed in mostly honor classes and may actually skip freshman math since she tested out of it and will go directly to geometry (which I'm not crazy about).
So she is really, really smart. AND she knows it all.
Ducky.
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But here's the difference between me and you - I bet you trudged out to her school with the uniform. Me? I would have told nice-secretary-lady that it was just too damn bad that my kid didn't listen to me and she could sit out this one. You only have to do that once or twice (or 3 or 4 times) before they realize mama ain't gonna ask how how when they say jump.
But then again, it's prolly also why my kids live in different states.
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And with you, dear, tormented S, I share the coping mechanism of *SARCASM* [except *we* know we're to the point we're at least halfway serious]: "Teenagers...can't live with 'um, and there's some dumb ass rule that you can't run them over repeatedly with your car!!" ROTFLMAO! I was usually the mom [over?]sharing this type opinion at school meetings and watching the other moms raise their eyebrows. Not that I much gave a shit.
They say God gives you what you can handle....so I guess there's a reason I only had one. Hang tough!
And. Hm. I live most of the way across the continent from my kid....and I'm the one who left. Hm. *ducks head and tries not to think too hard about that*
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But yes, Sarcasm and me? Are the best of friends. If I'm not being sarcastic, better check that I'm not dead.
One running joke between a friend of mine and me is that now as Da Prez, I can't tell people what I really think of them. I actually have to be *nice*
and tell them I understand thier concern and will look into solving their problems.
Then I call my friend and bitch at her about being *nice*.
Fun times.
NOT.
But hey- Sam didn't get her uniform until after I did my other things - including getting my precious diet snapple.
And she only got it because I had to go to the school anyway AND the scretary made her admit to everyone there that i was right and she was wrong.
It was torture for Sam and fun for me!
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Then I ran out of diet snapple. Let's see- school with Sam's uniform -v- run to get Diet Snapple....no brainer - I got the snapple.
I did have to go over to the school to get stuff for the PTO and pick up my friend's son while I was there because she was stuck at work.
Then the secretary who I'm good friends with made Sam announce to everyone that her mother was right before they would give Sam her uniform.
I am glad she had it though - there is a cheering competition (dear LORD, kill me now) in two weeks and Mommy's precious choreographed the dance - and they did it during 1/2 time yesterday and really did look good.
So I'm glad I got to see that.
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The eye roll is what gets me. And the "my mom is a moron" groan.
But there is one trick to shut her the eff up - threaten to take her cell phone.
I could probably get her to do about anything in the world if she's about to lose her cell phone.
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Don't you dare drive that uniform over there!!!! >: )
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