A new depth of parenting low has been reached. I actually texted Carlie on my way home from work today while she was on the school bus, had her get off of the school bus at Beaches and snag us a table for happy hour. Yes, my 12 year old child was fighting for a much coveted table in a bar full of happy hour crazed adults. By herself. Texting me with every move she made.
"Theres no tables"
"Sum people are eating A TON of stuff"
"I think they r almost leaving"
To which I replied:
And she replied:
And I replied OH NEVER MIND, but only in my head.
Does she look traumatized? Even if she is, the wings? Worth it.