The Kim Jong Il of mothers.
Friday I received a call to chaperone a middle school dance this weekend. I agreed and offered up the service of my spouse. I expected some mild grousing on the subject from my middle schoolers. Instead I was met with this response:
“You are so mean. I hate you!”
“I hate you! You must hate me to do this to me; but I hate you more.”
“I am scarred for life. I hate you!”
“I am going to go far away for college and never come back because I hate you!”
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”
Notice a trend here? My daughter is very dramatic, but usually about things like getting a cell phone (”Don’t you care if I get kidnapped? I could get kidnapped and then you would never see me again… all because you didn’t buy me a cell phone.” ) Or cleaning her room (”I’ll never get it done! You put too much pressure on me I have too much to do, etc….”) My tactic is usually to pay little attention to these outbursts; I’ll send her to room to calm down and deal with her then. But this amount of grief over my presence at a dance was upsetting; am I really that embarrassing? I wonder because my son’s response to the news was calmer than my daughters, but not much less damning.
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