| Friday, April 02, 2004 |
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All my life I have been told that I'm too loud. I must be getting quieter, because I swear no one can hear me.
Me to teen daugher: "Don't forget your lunch."
Lunch is still stilling on the table.
Me to teen daughter: "I will give you money to go to the dance and the party, but don't ask for one more penny this weekend."
Phone call from school: "Mom, today is the last day to order sweatshirts for track?"
Me: "These are free right? Because I know I told you no more money this week."
Teen daughter: "But this is for school."
I know I didn't add "but if it is for school it is OK."
Now here is advice for teen daughter: If you pretend you didn't hear me, next time I will speak louder. Much louder. Having your friend call me first (to let me know that someone else is there with you or to butter me up) is only going to make me mad, it will not help your cause. Telling me to forget it, you'll just call dad, is not going to help either. First, this only makes me mad that you would dare to question my authority and second, did you forget I was married to the guy and we share a check book? And last, asking the women who washes all the clothes for another article of clothing after you told her you couldn't put the clothes away because you don't have any room is well, not very smart. |
posted by Kelly @ 4/02/2004 10:53:00 AM   |
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