Sunday, December 11, 2011
Mom, you are SO embarrassing!
Teenagers can cause their parents a lot of trouble.
So sometimes it’s nice to get a little of your own back, and mess with THEM for a change, you know?
I’ve had several opportunities recently to bug ET (my 15-year-old daughter).
First of all, there’s this blog. She is EXTREMELY mortified that I post things about her. Especially the one where she thought she’d found a dead body.(Click here to read that post.) She said I was “cyber-bullying” her with that one.
(She should be thankful for what I DON’T post about her, to be honest!)
So I’ll just go whole hog and tell you some REALLY embarrassing things I’ve done to ET recently.
First of all, I took her to a “Sweet Sixteen” party for a friend the other day. I knew it would be chaperoned by the parents, and it was at the community center so I was pretty sure it was fine, but I couldn’t resist freaking her out a little.
So when I went to drop her off, I took off my seatbelt and got out of the car.
She said in a scared voice, “What are you doing?”
“I just need to check things out inside, make sure her parents are there, you know.” I said, grinning.
You should have seen her eyes about pop out of her head. I let her sweat a little before I got back in the car and let her go inside alone.
I think that one might have made up for a few of those moldy dishes hiding in her room and having to clean up all the water on the bathroom floor when she forgets to put the shower curtain inside the tub AGAIN.
Then I took ET and GG bra shopping.
Which is the ultimate opportunity for parental embarrassment, probably.
The funny thing about this was, I wasn’t even TRYING to be embarrassing that time.
I mean, if I were trying I could have done a better job.
“Excuse me, young man? Could you direct me to the lingerie department? My daughter is developing and finds herself in need of a brassiere!”
I didn’t do THAT!
I mean, all I did was talk about what size they needed, and try to direct them to the more economical styles, and mention that if I were purchasing new underwear it would be necessary for them to clean out their drawers and throw away all their old crappy underwear to make room. What’s wrong with that?
They kept hissing at me to keep my voice down. I don’t think I was talking very loudly at all, by the way, but I guess underwear is a whispering matter when you’re an adolescent girl.
It was actually pretty funny when I thought about it.
At least it sort of took the sting out of having to shell out at the cash register at the end.