Wednesday, October 19, 2005

defintion of a parent..

I got up this morning to find her school journal open. She needed notes written for her as to why she was late a few weeks ago. Now when you consider that I put her on the bus at approx 7.45 and school doesn't start until 9, one wonders what she gets up to between those times. Waiting for the best mate D, who runs late sometimes apparently. And so she wants us to write a note so she can get out of detention. I told her we wouldn't write it , that we had to discuss why she was late.

Of course there was the dramatic "Is it not enough that I attend classes and get good grades, you're asking too much" Not her exact words, I am para-phrasing but you get the idea.

She grumbled her way through breakfast and the discussion ended or so I thought. Whilst waiting for the bus, she again asked me to write a note. I told her no. The conversation went something along the lines of:

"Its your job"
"My job?"
"To write notes, its what parents do, they make breakfast, iron clothes and write notes. Its what you are supposed to do"

Followed by a wallop on the shoulder. I decided laughing outright in her face might not be appreciated at this time. If only our job was that simple. I'm sure the people at the bus stop must think we're nuts. She wallops me then demands a hug, and then hops on the bus. An average morning really. She was complaining of her tummy being upset last night, I couldn't resist asking if it was bird flu. She wasn't impressed with being reminded of her madness the previous year. A glare was thrown my way. Then there was the hour of sighing and more sighing until we asked what was wrong. J, the boy hadn't texted in like an hour so he must be mad at her. How they can constantly text is beyond me, my finger would fall off. I said, why yes, he's obviously going to dump you because you're de-virginistion didn't work. Nutter. I can do supportive parent when its required.
I look forward to justifying why we should write false notes so she can escape detention. I think a bit of detention might be good for her!

2 comments:

Cathy said...

its what parents do, they make breakfast, iron clothes and write notes. Its what you are supposed to do

I love it. I may embroider it on a cushion - isn't that also what female parents do?

themammies said...

How could she have forgotten embroidery...

Silly girl!

Yes, it is a classic quote, i can see merchandise..a whole range of it!

Shelly