Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I came downstairs after getting ready for an event, looking what I thought was nice.
DS, who has a strong fashion sense, doubtfully: Is that what you are wearing?
Sigh. Life with my mini Michael Kors requires patience.
I have one of these as well. The plus side is he does my make up for special events.
Anonymous wrote:I said good morning when I saw 13YO DD for the first time today. She yelled "Shut Up!" That's all, folks.
Anonymous wrote:I came downstairs after getting ready for an event, looking what I thought was nice.
DS, who has a strong fashion sense, doubtfully: Is that what you are wearing?
Sigh. Life with my mini Michael Kors requires patience.
Anonymous wrote:My tween (not even in middle school, so you can imagine what I have to look forward to) after a fight about brushing her hair:
"Fine! I'll brush my hair, but then I'm out of here!"
Stomp, stomp, stomp to kitchen. Next thing I hear:
"Ok, Google, what are the best orphanages in Washington, DC?"
Anonymous wrote:DS 16 went to Rolling Loud concert NY. He's been gone since Friday. Plan was a one night stay at friends in city and to me the next night at hotel I booked then cancelled. It's now Monday at 5 am and he's still at friends. Friend mom and I met once, we are now best friends by default via text.
This is his first weekend long concert. Really good kid that always stays in touch. Friday texts were, "hey, all good at G's place. It's beautiful. His mom is chill. Love you"
Many texts in between...
Last night of concert text, "yo mama T, it's fire out here. Gonna pull up to M's crib in WV then swerve back to G's, cxl'd jitney rez bc I got wheels home with C, aight?"
Clearly he's a rapper now SMH
Anonymous wrote:once my dd told me that i looked like a dog
Anonymous wrote:My DD is really a slob. When she was 14, she finished dinner and got up and I was at the sink and said, "honey, bring me your plate."
DH, trying to help, chimed in, "yeah, don't leave your stuff there, Larla, your mother is not the maid,"
To which my DD replied, "Well, actually, Mom, technically, you ARE the maid. Unlike Ms. X and Ms. Y, you have no outside job. You gave up your career to be a SAHM, and thus your work is to work for us. So yes, you ARE the maid, and here are my dishes for you to wash."
I still seethe when I think of that day. Anyways I was so upset I posted on DCUM about it, and of course got yelled at by some, but also got some great advice. In particular, someone recommended a book called, "Yes your teen is crazy" which actually totally changed our dynamic---and it was easy to implement!
Hold Fast, OP