Girls are evil and sent straight from the devil himself….I will have 10 boys before I have another girl. My son who is 18 was and still is a dream to deal with compared to my two daughters. Katelyn who will be 16 in two weeks and Makayla fight from the time they get up to the time they go to bed. Literally. Day. And. Night. It’s both stressful and completely entertaining at the same time.
I don’t do a damn thing to stop them.
I think it’s important not only for girls in general, but for siblings especially sisters to be able to resolve an issue without having to run to mommy or daddy to fix it. It’s a great life lesson. Also….unless someone is bleeding or on fire I don’t care!(Seriously, not going to yell at one because the other one said that her eyebrows are crooked)
Besides….if I did I wouldn’t be able to hear things like “I’m sorry I said your hair looks stupid” followed by “It’s okay, and I’m sorry I said I hope you die”. Who needs television with that kind of comedy??
My daughters in 20 year….
Anyone who knows me knows I have a long list of pet peeves, a very long list. My most recent one to add is this awful new trend of what I refer to as socks and shower shoes. It apparently very trendy and cool to wear ankle shoes and name brand flip flop. HAS to be name brand, according to the thirteen year old. Otherwise…it “looks stupid.”
News flash child
IT LOOKS STUPID ANYWAY
I recently took the girls shopping, both girls disgraced their mother by partaking in this God awful trend. I didn’t notice until it was too late, otherwise I would have turned around and went home. if I could trust them with my bank card I would have just dropped them off but who are we kidding, with fashion choices like those who knows what they would come up with…
Seriously….I was embarrassed to be seen with them. I walked ten paces ahead and pretended I didn’t know them. I’m scarred for life…had nightmares, lost sleep. It was terrible. No one, especially your own mother should be subjected to such horror…
My youngest Makayla, has just turned thirteen, I am officially a mom of three teenagers…oy…how did that happen?!? She turned thirteen…and then disappeared. Who once was attached to my hip, following me on every shopping trip, volunteering to do chores and still crawling into my bed in the middle of the night has now left me behind for her friends and her iPod. Continue reading