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Mid-Week Bitch

 
02.01.06 (6:12 pm)   [edit]

The work load never ends. Someone told me a few months ago "hang in there Chell, in a few months you will be looking for things to keep ya busy" I would like to find him and bitch slap him for getting my hopes up!! My teenage daughter has marked me as the enemy in her life. I knew it was coming, as I think all of us strong willed independent women prolly went thru this metamorphosis of psychosis at one point in our adolescence. My mere existence is the trigger. I can't speak, move or breath to satisfy her. She is almost 14 so my brain has apparently shrunk now and fell out my ear hole when I wasn't looking. Her response to the annoyance that is moi? Sarcasm, eye-rolling, muttered words of hatred and of course the inability to speak to me or at me in a normal tone of voice. Obviously I am the problem in the whole situation. As I am just too stupid of an idiot to have anything of use to say. And my nagging is just a horrible inconvenience to her life as the perfect teenager. I am currently exercising my parental annoyingness. Today at 1:00pm I received a call from her school that she was too sick with her head cold to remain at school. I phoned work and took the rest of the afternoon off so I could go bring her home to rest. Now that school time is over, she is feeling better and wants to attend Youth Group. Being the mean idiot, I told her that she needs to stay home and rest and not infect her friends. Her response? "Oh, I never wanted to come home. I just wanted to stay in the clinic until P E was over. But since YOU wouldn't talk to me on the phone and just came to get me. I am going!" (followed by a stomp to the bathroom where she is now in the shower) So now I have a decision to make! Is this a battle worth fighting? Do I enforce the rule that missing school removes you from all evening activities. If I take this stance, my night will be a living hell. Filled with sulking and looks that could kill. Or do I give in and let her go, just to get a freakin nights peace out of it??

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