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.
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Too funny - I can still be cool because I don't have kids - but you can confirm with Hubby I nag the shit out of him so that has to count for something...
I *try* to be hands off, but it's hard sometimes to sit on them.
And I like contrasts. Keeps things lively.
Oh, sometimes I shudder at the things I hear myself say to my kids, especially to Hippie about her clothes. I do bite my tongue 90% of the time, but I can let out some doozies that other 10%.
Every parent deals with that dichotomy. It so sucks having to be responsible and crap while simultaneously feeling like you can't be a day over 20.
I breathe deeply and look away when my children dress themselves sometimes...
I still love the Beasties so; I actively avoid current photos of them.
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