Ready to play rough
If it's right, it's left, if it's blue it's navy. If it happened at Monday morning at 10 it was 10:15. It's exhausting. It's always a battle. Even in a good mood, I am corrected, given the look, told I am annoying, telling a story wrong, I already said that, I mispronounced a word. I'm driving too fast, I'm driving to slow. Why did I park right there. Bring me food, bring me money, OK now leave. Don't talk to my friends it's embarrassing. What are you wearing!? Help me with my hair please, then grab the brush or pull away because I am not doing it right. |
2 comments:
One day, she'll be your best friend because she'll have her own daughter that's giving her hell. It all comes back around. :)
So true, Liz! Nothing worse than the teenage years.....nothing better than having your daughters there for you as you get older.
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