So it seems that I have talked too much among friends again. I always seem to get too comfortable and look like an idiot. Who needs alcohol? Just bring me along.
Things are going rough with being this mother of teenangsters stuff. I feel a drift pushing my daughter and I apart. I knew it would come. I hated my mom. I guess it is so hard because I always hoped it would be different with us. She and I have always had a special connection. We have always fought, but she always apologized as did I. Now it seems so different. According to her, I am wrong and will never understand. According to me, she has to be taught the right ways and I have to stick by my standards in order to be a good parent. So, I don’t know how to fix it. She is also terribly embarrassed of me at work. That is hard, because as crazy as this job is, this is the one place that I am accepted and appreciated for who I am. I can sing stupid songs, I can say crazy things, I can be personal, I can wear pilgrim costumes, and those stupid kids still love me. They even love me when I write them up. I have never felt such complete freedom in my life. And it embarrasses my daughter. Ugh.
On a brighter note, my “band” practiced last night, and let me say, I might have to replace Pat Benatar. I rocked. As did my cohorts.