Last night, sometime after 10pm, TW was trying to herd the children to their rooms or at least into some more quiet activities. This rarely works. Or to be accurate, it rarely works quickly. This type of round up tends to bring all of the children into MY errr OUR bedroom where they are louder than if they’d stayed where they were making their generic loud noises. This round up tends to frustrate me after about 15 minutes of loud in MY errr OUR bedroom – I’m done.
So the Prince and Elly had been in the bedroom, loudly, for quite some time when RJ barreled through, heading for the bathroom. As she barreled through, TW said, “When you come out I’d like to talk to you about some Rebecca issues.” RJ ignored that and continued into the bathroom where she brushed her teeth (loudly) while the other two pondered what the “Rebecca issues” might be. TW told them to leave because it was BEDTIME. They didn’t leave, which is normal. RJ barreled out of the bathroom and tried to barrel past her siblings when TW said, “Wait Rebecca, I’d like to talk to you….” At which point, RJ turned around with that defiant teenage girl look and said….
“Yes, I’ve done my homework. Yes, I know where my cell phone is. No, I don’t need more therapy. Yes, I’m sure I have done ALL of my homework. Yes, I’ll use a condom. No, I don’t feel like committing suicide. No, I don’t think you’re a failure as a mother. No, I don’t have any problems I’d like to talk about. Yes, I know what my vagina should smell like”
And with that, any thought of having a serious discussion with RJ about anything was out the window.
Hahahahahaha. I like that girl.
I know it probably wasn’t amusing to either you or TW, but that is hysterical. I love that girl. ~Joy
I love that girl, too. Heck, I love your whole family! Is it too late to get adopted by y’all?!
PS. That’s a vulva. What’s a football?