Teenage Drama

Well, daughter #2 carried through on her long standing threat to go by her middle name in college, rather than her first name.  My marching orders are that I am also, now and forever, to refer to my daughter by her middle name.  Right, and if pigs could fly bacon would be airborne.  Ain’t going to happen.

I have voiced my polite concern (actually I’m appalled) to her and the snappy come backer is “I’m 18 years old and can do what I want!”  That sort of nuclear response blows up both my blood pressure and any sense of diplomacy and civility I was trying to have in the conversation.

So I went temporarily ballistic but have come back to earth, minus two years on my life.  So it goes with teenage daughters!