One last thing. My two eldest children have recently taken to commenting on my money management. This led to the following discussion with my 16 year old last night.
16: Why didn't I get to go to a concert for my Grade 8 Grad?
Me: You got a fucking $200 guitar. Yes, I'm aware profanity and parenting don't mix. Please note the Title...PMS.
16: It was only $190.
Me: No, it was over $200 and I can check that. I know it was. Don't really have a way to confirm. Not without more effort than I'm actually willing to put forth.
16: Whatever.
Me: I'm tired of you people commenting on my money. I eat shit everyday (at work) for my money and if I fucking want to spend it all on magic beans and vodka I can! At this point I can hear my husband giggling at the table. Had the hormones not been raging, I might have joined him. However feeling too indignant.
16: Muttering to himself and likely wishing he'd never said anything.
Me: It's one concert ticket. Like a dog with a bone. She even offered to pay for half.
16: Okay! Fine! Good!
So in hindsight I may have overreacted. A little. Why my daughter wants to see Justin Bieber in concert is beyond me, but then again, at 13, I possessed my very own Milli Vanilli tape. I can't therefore judge.
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