Real life from the crack of dawn....
Thursday, May 24, 2007
So what if it was on a Wednesday?
I had one of those bizarre out of body experiences on Wednesday.
I think of them as Freaky Friday episodes.
The one where my daughter is acting like I remember being and I suddenly realize I am playing the part of :::::gasp!::::: My MOTHER!
Yesterday evening, I was driving Kate to drama practice.
She was in a twelve year old pre adolescent tween funk.
No, don't worry about the fact that the boys and I are all in the car driving HER to drama practice.
We are on time, we will get there on time in part because I just drop kicked my friend out the door with her son instead of chatting because I could sense Kate rising toward hysteria.
Okay, so we are in the car, driving along and I am trying to make conversation.
It dawns on me rather quickly that the responses I am getting are frosty monosyllabic utterances, squeezed out between locked jaws and gritted teeth.
I look over at the fruit of my loins, the result of 25 hours of labor, three hours of pushing, and a C-Section.
She is sitting in the front seat. Her body, from the waist down, faces forward. Her upper body is contorted to be fully facing the window, clearly positioned to be far away from that offensive being driving the car. Her shoulders are ramrod straight and I am not sure she is breathing but I'm afraid to check.
She might bite me.
What the hell. I mean really, What. The. Hell.
I am in trouble for what?
for driving my kid to drama practice? for getting her there on time?
I'd like to say I handled this well.
After all, I clearly remember sitting like that, staring out the window, SEETHING with rage.
Thinking to myself: I'll SHOW HER.
Instead, as a parent, I freaked out and lost my temper.
Oh yeah, Leeann, good start. Only how many more years of this to go and you are already crumbling like a stale animal cookie??