10.28.2006
One Cruel Mother.
My kids hate me today.I am one cruel mother.
Why?
Because it is pouring outside. With high wind warnings. Just plain nasty weather.So yesterday, hubby and I decided that we are all staying home today. We just didn't need to go anywhere. And it would force us to tie up some loose ends of things in the house. You know the things that get pushed aside when working on a huge project. So that is our plan.
And, kids - I am speaking to you - that means...
No skateboarding at the indoor skate park today Justin. No Friendly's, no movies. You are staying home. Really, Justin. I realize it is a new concept, staying home. But that is what you are doing.
No going to the Mall, Caci. That $15 in babysitting money and Limited Too 20% off coupon in your pocket will wait until another day. Just because you think you are a superstar and that I should cater to your every whim and need - I am not your assistant, my dear.
Johnny, he will not get to turn in his recycling cans to add to his change collection in which he wanted to cash in and buy some goldfish, or rather beta fish, today. Where he even came up with that idea is totally beyond me, we will be having no more pets!!! No, Johnny - nope. Staying home.
And Joey, my dear Joey. We know you love to run around in the in the leaves and ride your bike through your little piles you are building all over the yard. And really, I know that you don't care that you will be getting drenched in the rain. You are in the house - no fresh air for you!
Kiddos - hear me again - you are all in the for the day.
And I have heard it from each of them at least three times that they don't care, and I am just being mean, and I don't care about them, that it is the weekend... blah. blah. blah.
Spoiled Brats!
They have no clue what a cruel mother really is - so I will take my new little title with a grain of salt.
Labels: daughter, family, family life, house, life, mothers and daughters, son, teens
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10.15.2006
Girls - Will be Girls!
Doodles has recently realized that she is beautiful.She is a beautiful girl. She stands out from the rest.
She just turned 11 this past July, and she is 5'6" tall, with a size 11 women's shoe. WOW! Tall & skinny - with the longest of legs.
Dark hair. Dark eyes. A real beauty. Naturally beautiful. Thick eyebrows. Long eyelashes. Full lips. A beautiful nose. Everything about her is beautiful.
And she just realized it.
For some reason she wants to experiment with her beauty. A tween thing? A girl thing?
She asked me how to use a curling iron. Oh GOD! I have been waiting for this day - like it is a right of passage or some strange mom and daughter unite kind of thing. Well, you know... I began curling my hair at her age.
It wasn't easy teaching her. I rather just do it myself, because I am such a perfectionist when it comes to hair. But I struggled with patience. I told her how to hold the handle. Wrap a small section of hair under the barrel. Release. And curl in the direction she wanted. It didn't work. I told her she could do it. To try again. We (she) did. And again. And again.
I told her to let me try.
She told me to leave her alone.
She left the bathroom. Crying.
I almost yelled. But there I was, tyring to become patient again. This was her moment. Our weird right of passage thingy. Right?
I let her be. For only about 3 or 4 minutes. Then I told her to try again.
That is when she took the handle, grabbed the barrel, and flung it with so much might that I thought she might have just given herself a third degree burn.
She looked at me. I wanted to cry. Was she hurt?
She shouted , "Next time you might want to teach me how to turn it on!", and quickly left the room.
I burst into laughter, her into more tears. I somehow ruined this moment for her. The moment I made such a big damn deal about. And I was so proud and excited that I didn't even turn the f****** thing on!
She said she will never - ever - ever in one million years try to curl her hair again!
Like I was being some kind of cruel mother. Unfortunately I was just being me. As I am a pre-menopausal mom of 4 - who just had the kids home from school for 4 days (or was it 4 months?) straight. I forget things my dear, I tried to explain.
I left, wanted to crawl under a rock - because I somehow, unknowingly, I really hurt her feelings.
But you know what?
Girls will be girls.
About an hour or so later, she came down from her room with a beautifully styled, somewhat curled hairdo. She came over and gave me a great big hug. I cried. She smiled.
Labels: daughter, family, family life, girls, mom, mothers and daughters
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