I am at my wits end dealing with my nine year old, who refuses to wear anything cute anymore, and is insisting on wearing shorts every weekend, even though it's in the 50s. Thank God she wears a uniform to school every day.
I feel like I am living two lives, or have a split personality, or maybe I am just that interesting of a human being, a study in contrasts (not!). An example, as my husband likes to point out, the fact that I will spend extra money on organic foods but still drink diet coke.
Today's dichotomy: I am nagging my child about "looking nice" but later, running, listening to the Beastie Boys, I am reliving being a child being nagged, and so not liking it.
Also, when did the Beastie Boys go gray? I am so not digging this aging shit.