Well, my daughter managed to pack 26 different hair and skin solutions for her trip to Spain to study Spanish. However she and her mother managed to overlook the student Visa part of the equation. Oops. The cries of outrage and distress were too much for the Skype server and it collapsed. I was told to stay out of all preparations for the Spain trip, and I did, but somehow this whole thing is still my fault. But of course. I’ve been guilt tripped repeatedly since this oversight came to light. So it goes! Stay tuned.
Yes it’s true. For 2 teenage girls to share one car is several terrible things: The end of whatever flegling social life they are developing, and of course an incredible stigma from their peers.
The solution must be that every teenage girl has their own car. It makes perfect sense to me that the car should sit, idle, in the school parking lot for 7 or 8 hours each day. Clearly that is the best use of the car. Particularly when the school is 1/4 mile away.
I’m not sure why I didn’t understand this sooner! Sometimes Dads can be so obtuse. In fact, taking the logical next step, this family should have 3 cars for 2 teenage girls, just in case one of them breaks down on the way to school, 1/4 mile away.
Well, am I disappointed. Finals have come and gone, one graduation survived. This should be a time of relief for my 2 daughters. In other words there should be less drama and there is not! So no events or pressure and still we have drama, meaning it never goes away until they get older.
I used to look 5 years younger, now I’m appearing haggard, gaunt. Eviscerated is another appropriate word that comes to mind.
Talk about emotions in turmoil and running amok! One of my daughters just had her last day in high school and the yo yo emotions have left me car sick. Holy Toledo. The swings from Mt. Everest to the depths of the ocean are staggering. I may have to put her in quaranteen.
One of my teen daugthers is not happy at high school, like that should be a shock to her. That then entitles her to bring the wrath of God to anyone and anything about anyone and anything. Sounds like an excuse to me!
My daugher’s favorite $5.00 T-shirt was stained in the wash today. Had she an uzi in hand the family massacre would have been national news today.
We were all at fault in the conspiracy to ruin that T-shirt. As she exited the home the front door exploded off the hinges with the impact of the slamming.
Our 16 year has resumed hiding “her food”. What’s hers is hers and you take your life in your hands should you think otherwise. She will only eat organic food, and if’ it’s been in the refrigerator for more than 5 minutes it’s no longer edible, according to her.
Anyone out there price organic food lately? Factor in zero shelf life and it adds up. She is so particular on food, it puts the rest of the family in a state of crisis. If she likes a particular dish, she’s like a rabid dog guarding a bone, extremely dangerous!
Both daughters had meltdowns this past week over finals, as if that is surprising. What incredible pressure they put on themselves.
When I offer support for their great efforts my head was promptly taken off and handed to me. “Dad, you don’t know the pressure we are under”. “We are not smart!”. Both girls are A students and somehow are not even slightly smart. Wonder where that puts me as a former high school B student. I don’t dare ask my daughters.
So now Christmas, and an opportunity for me to sink to new lows what with the completely out of touch gifts I will impose on my daughters. That feedback should be interesting.
Lest her father humiliate his daughter in the health club by acknowledging her existence. The loss of face and stature among her peers would be incalculable.
The unspoken message here is, “Dad, hurry up and pay for the expensive health club, and then hurry up and go away. But before you hurry up and go away, where are the car keys”.
Needless to say, we take separate cars to the health club. Waiting to hear from other dads. Happy Holidays.
