No you can not shave your legs.
No you can not tweeze your eyebrows. (spell check is saying tweeze is not a word?)
No you can not wear make-up that looks like you put it on 2 days ago and rubbed your eyes profusely.
No you can not wear shorts in 35 degree weather.
No you can not go to a movie without an adult, and no your friends 14 year old sister doesn't count.
No you can not wear your Sperry's with no laces in them. As a matter of fact, laces or not, those are by far the ugliest shoes I have ever seen. Worse then the Uggs.
Why did you color the laces and tops of your Chuck Taylors with a highlighter?
Why are you wearing those jeans if you need a wire hanger to pull up the zipper?
Why did you ask for scarves for Christmas if you never wear them?
Why does a 10 year old that isn't allowed to go anywhere have a cell phone?
Why am I still dealing with all of these issues when she only just got 2 of the four things back that I took away from her almost a month ago?
My daughter is going to be the death of me. She threw herself on the couch this morning in despair because I won't let her wear shorts to school. I'm not going to be 'that mother', although as I look around apparently there are a lot of 'those mothers'. Then she busts out with make-up on. So as we race for the bell we are changing clothes, and removing make-up this morning all while the little talking head is going on...and on...and on....about who knows what. My head was spinning by the time we sat down in the car.
God bless little girls. I was not, and have never been a drama queen. I was always considered one of the guys. I've even been considered the 'man' in the relationship. I don't whine, I don't complain, to the point that I think it frustrates others. I just don't. So I have a hard time relating to the horrific drama of a particular pair of pants not being washed, or breaking down because I want to pull my laces out of my shoes. I just....don't get it. All I know is that it's killing me.