Teenagers. They are full of Anguish, Hormones and Attitude. AHA. Except it ain’t so satisfying.
“Empty the dishwasher,” says me.
“Okay mommmmmm, I will!!! You like already told me like 12 times!”
“Hey, there must be a nice place in your room to put your shoes,” says him.
“Hee-hee. Dad, you’re so funny!”
It’s 10pm on a school night. I really want her to go to bed because it was getting late. “Are you done with your homework yet?” I ask.
“Geez, mom. NO! I’m trying, all right?? I have to finish THISSSSS!!!!” I think I actually saw her head spin on her shoulders.
“Umm, love bug? Maybe you should go take a shower and get ready for bed now?” says him.
“Okay, dad. I think I may not wash my hair tonight so I can get to sleep early.” Hmm. Why didn’t I think of that? And I swear I actually heard her eyelashes flutter.
What’s up with that?
Who spent…okay so I wasn’t in labor for an eternity like some women. But still. She passed through my lady parts and ripped all kinds of shit. And it hurt. But who gave her life? Okay, so I couldn’t have done it without the sperm part. But I nourished her and carried her and got fat for her.
Who feeds her chicken soup when she has a cold and holds her hair when she’s puking? Who helped her bathe after her accident when she could hardly move? Who does she go to for girl advice? Or when she needs a shoulder to cry on?
Me. That’s who. So, she’s a little snappish. So what. She’s just like me. Full of hormones and attitude. I’ll take her like this. She may be daddy’s girl, but she’s my girl too. And really, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Okay, maybe a little less of the head spinning…