Yesterday my lovely 12 year old was trying to squeeze into last year’s jeans which she had worn the day before without my knowing.
Me:”Why aren’t you wearing the ones I just bought you?”
12 year old:”Because they are too baggy in the butt and ride too high, like grandma’s jeans.”
Me: “But I asked you in the store if they were too baggy and you said no and you promised to wear them.”
12 year old: “Well, I know, but I can’t wear them and I don’t have anything else to wear.
Me: “Wear a skirt.”
12 year old: ” I have PE today and can’t.”
Me: “Wear your sweats.”
12 year old: “I don’t have anything that goes with them.”
Me: “You have more clothes than me. Find something. If you try to wear those old jeans, I will cut them up with scissors.”
12 year old: “You can’t do that.” < crying, whining, crying> “Your the worst mother ever!”
Me: “I can’t stand listening to this. I’m getting in my car in my pajamas and driving around until you get on the bus.”
12 year old: <crying, whining, crying>
I get in my car. Take my wallet and my cigarettes and drive around the block until I realize that this is crazy and my 12 year old has run me out of my own home. I go back to the house.
12 year old: <STILL crying, whining and crying>
I walk into her room, grab a pair of scissors and cut the old jeans down the front. Go into my bedroom and close the door.
12 year old: “I hate you. I can sew those up you know!”
Me: “Yeah right.”
10 hours later my 12 year old calls me at work.
12 year old: “those new jeans are just awful. They came over my belly button.”
Me: “You never tuck your shirt in anyway, who knows?”
12 year old: “I do.” <crying, whining, crying> “When are you coming home?”