This is what 6:15 a.m. looks like, in Jersey!
The morning came quickly, as it usually does to a seasoned (i.e. perpetually perplexed and severely sleep-deprived) parent (like me) and, unlike most mornings, I let the dog out, while my husband started the coffee (bless his squishy heart) and we both continued to pretend like last night did NOT happen.
"She's in tears."
Long story, short (you're welcome) unlike her 3 siblings, today is the 1st day of school for my middle girl.
"What DID you say to her?"
Suffice it to say, I've earned yet ANOTHER ✔ mark in reasons why I make OTHER mothers look good (really, don't mention it!) by upsetting my daughter to the point of tears, on the night before her 1st day of high school.
"She started it!"
Did I forget to mention, her mother also happens to have the emotional maturity of a 9 year-old?!?
So, rather than expose my children to further examples of what NOT to do, for which I'm hoping their future significant others will thank me for, later (probably not) I took a self-imposed time out on our front porch.
Did I forget to mention, our front porch is NOT screened in, or the fact that I absolutely DESPISE bugs?!?
So, rather than risk being eaten by mutant moths (Mothra lives!) I swallowed my mommy pride and slunked back into the house.
"Can I talk to you, Mom?"
Long story, short (yeah, I know, I lied) we ARE a lot alike (my 14 year-old and me, I mean) and we were both just stressed out (to the MAX) by the fact that, you know, she is going into high school.
"Don't worry, Sweetie, you'll be just fiiiine!"
Boy, if I had a dollar for each time I lied (like that) well, you know.
"But, you're so far away, Mom!"
Did I forget to mention, she was accepted into a career academy, that happens to be 25 miles away (i.e. approx. 30 minutes, if you're from Jersey) and that the bus picks her up at 6:25 a.m.?!?
"Doesn't anybody stay in one place, aaaaanymore?!?"
"It would be SO FINE to see your face at my door..."
"...doesn't help to know, that you're so..."
Did I forget to mention, whenever faced with a difficult parenting situation, under extreme pressure, I often break into song.
"Okay, you can STOP singing now!"
If only it were THAT easy.
"Long ago I reached for you, and there you stood..."
Freshman in High School 2010
"Holding you again could only do me good...how I wish I could, but you're so far away...AND, I know you love me, aaaaaanyway."
[bites lower lip]
Okay, I added that last part in, but Heather and me, yeah, we're good (for now) and PLEASE don't tell her, or the part about her mother being SUCH a dork.
Because, she's MY daughter and...trust me, she already knows...bless her squishy little heart!!!