"So there's this boy I like, but he doesn't like me. He likes my friend, but my friend doesn't like him. She likes this other boy, but..." blah, blah, blah. That is what I hear from the moment I wake her up until the moment I drop her off at school. It's what I like to call 'preteen babble.' I'm supposed to understand since I used to speak it, but I really don't. It's high-pitched, never-ending and horribly confusing.
I've been trying to be one of those super cool moms that can speak the lingo and then offer advise that her child thinks is totally cool... yeah, not happening. I just wind up sitting there with a dazed looked on my face, feeling like i'm slowly losing brain cells.
Admittedly, sometimes I can't wait to drop her off so that I can crank up the music and go completely numb for my short, 30 minute drive to work. Does that make me a bad mom? Am I the only mom that is completely confused by her child? Ugh! ThereI go again... over-analyst, party of one!
My father would have a field day with this one, I'm sure of it. I can hear his gut wrenching laugh now, followed by an off-key rendition of "Welcome to My World."
PS - Dad, I know revenge is sweet, but this is just down right torture. LOL
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