As a heads up, I do not, in fact have a teenage daughter named
Regina, nor ever plan on naming my future child Regina, but please do enjoy
:)
Regina is your stereotypical middle school drama queen. You'd
think as her Mother I wouldn't say this about her. Whoops. She's a brat, and
always has been actually. Again, whoops. She knew this Friday was her
grandfather's 60th birthday party, I told her two weeks ago, I remember quite clearly.
But according to her, I "Never" told her. Figures.
It started with her walking down the stairs, popping her gum and
texting who-knows what, "Hey mom," she opened with. I knew this
wasn't going to be good. "So I'm going to need a ride home from
Hannah's party Friday, 'cause Trish said her mom would be too wasted by two A.M
to pick us up ha-ha #DUCES "
Trish's mom works night shifts as a nurse. I bet she told Trish
she'd be "wasting" her time picking these two up, not what Regina had
told me.
"Regina, listen to me" How else am I supposed to start?
There is no other way to start of this conversation. "Friday we are going
to Grandpa's party"
She still hadn't looked at me.
"Which means that you can't go to Hannah's party"
Now her head popped up like her gum
"OMG MOM, I LIKE, CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE YOU! YOU NEVER LET ME GO
TO HANNAH'S PARTIES, AND LIKE, THAT'S NOT EVEN FAIR! NOW IM GOING TO MISS
ANOTHER ONE BECAUSE OF GRANDPA'S PARTY!"
"Regina, I let you
go to one of Hannah's parties last week —"
"BUT MOM, THAT WASN'T EVEN FUN. THIS PARTY IS GOING TO HAVE
BOYS! AND NOW YOU’RE MAKING ME MISS IT. I ALREADY TOLD HANNAH I WAS COMING, OMG
MOM! "
"You also told Grandpa two weeks ago you would be at his
party —"
"BUT THAT'S LIKE, TOTALLY DIFFERENT. I CAN'T BELEVE YOU! I
HATE YOU!"
She stormed upstairs before I could say anything else. Whoops.
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