I’m not a shopaholic kind of gal. I love new clothes. I just don’t like to spend money. And you really can’t have one without the other. At least not without going to jail.
But every now and then I indulge myself, throw caution to the wind and tear me a path from Marshalls to Macy’s. Mother’s Day was just such a day. I emerged with some darn trendy duds, I must say.
Apparently my daughter thought so, too. And that’s where all the trouble began. It’s a story of betrayal and loss. You might want to grab a Kleenex.
I took my son to school on Monday and returned home just as my daughter was getting ready to walk to the bus stop.
Molly: “I’m going through the garage, Mom. See ya!”
Going through the garage, huh? My mom radar went into overdrive. I met her in the driveway and she was wearing, to my horror, one of my brand new, American Eagle shirts (see photo)! The nerve!
I went a little crazy. No, alot crazy.
Me: “I haven’t even worn that! What are you thinking? You didn’t even ask! Go and change that right now!”
But the bus was coming … my hands were tied. Which was all part of her diabolical plan.
Molly: “Chill out, Mom. It’s only a shirt.”
Me: “Chill out?! Chill out?! I will not ‘Chill out!’
To emphasize my point, I stomped inside and slammed the door. I’d show her who the adult was in this house.
I immediately called my husband to share this injustice.
After I poured out the whole shocking tale, he lovingly said …
Hubby: I don’t get it.
Me: What do you mean you don’t ‘get it’?? The first time you wear something new is like… well, sacred. She robbed me of that! I am SO mad! SO mad!
Hubby: Um… I think you need to call one of your girlfriends.
I always thought I was the kind of mom who would give her kids the shirt off her back. Apparently not. At least not one I haven’t worn first.
P.S. I’m still working on that whole ‘sense of entitlement’ thing…. (see earlier post)
But every now and then I indulge myself, throw caution to the wind and tear me a path from Marshalls to Macy’s. Mother’s Day was just such a day. I emerged with some darn trendy duds, I must say.
Apparently my daughter thought so, too. And that’s where all the trouble began. It’s a story of betrayal and loss. You might want to grab a Kleenex.
I took my son to school on Monday and returned home just as my daughter was getting ready to walk to the bus stop.
Molly: “I’m going through the garage, Mom. See ya!”
Going through the garage, huh? My mom radar went into overdrive. I met her in the driveway and she was wearing, to my horror, one of my brand new, American Eagle shirts (see photo)! The nerve!
I went a little crazy. No, alot crazy.
Me: “I haven’t even worn that! What are you thinking? You didn’t even ask! Go and change that right now!”
But the bus was coming … my hands were tied. Which was all part of her diabolical plan.
Molly: “Chill out, Mom. It’s only a shirt.”
Me: “Chill out?! Chill out?! I will not ‘Chill out!’
To emphasize my point, I stomped inside and slammed the door. I’d show her who the adult was in this house.
I immediately called my husband to share this injustice.
After I poured out the whole shocking tale, he lovingly said …
Hubby: I don’t get it.
Me: What do you mean you don’t ‘get it’?? The first time you wear something new is like… well, sacred. She robbed me of that! I am SO mad! SO mad!
Hubby: Um… I think you need to call one of your girlfriends.
I always thought I was the kind of mom who would give her kids the shirt off her back. Apparently not. At least not one I haven’t worn first.
P.S. I’m still working on that whole ‘sense of entitlement’ thing…. (see earlier post)
Oh Melinda I love this!!! I have several friends that I am going to send your blog to. Keep it up girl. What a great Mom you really are.
ReplyDeleteOkay I have to admit, I never had that problem. My size has always been larger, that is ummm, wider than my daughter. Now she's even taller than me. No laughing. But you are so right. The buttons they learn to push.
ReplyDeleteAnd God uses everyone one of them.
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Hi Melinda! I can understand your irritation. It is very difficult to think our beloved children can invent and follow through with their "diabolical" plans! Where does it come from?!? I can remember doing the same thing with a great pair of my mother's heels!LOL I wish we could just make them understand they are only children once...the point in our lives when being a "grown up" is glamorous! Love you!
ReplyDeleteFunny post, Melinda. I can totally understand your wrath. LOL My 13 yr. doesn't really fit into (or like) most of my stuff, so I'm safe. :)
ReplyDeleteI truly believe I am learning more through adolescence than my daughter, guys ... However, will we both survive?? Stay tuned to find out! ;)
ReplyDeleteThat's been my rule with my daughter since she started borrowing my clothes.
ReplyDeleteIn HS she used to borrow my sweaters and it must be her backpack that kept rubbing to my sweater that my sweater's sleeves ended up messed-up.
And now that she's in college (living at home), everyday she wears one of my shirts/dresses - I never see them back in my closet.
In a way I kind of flattered that my cool daughter loves to wear my clothes (It confuses the boys in the house including her bf!)
BUT I totally agree, not the ones that haven't touched my skin!
This reminds me of what happened earlier this schoolyear with my own daughter. Our morning routine is similar to yours....rush to get everyone out the door at their appropriate times. I drive Melissa to the bus stop. Just before we headed out the door, she says to me, "Remind me to tell you something when we're in the van." Hhhmmm....so when we're in the van, rushing to the bus stop, she announces that she is wearing her older brother's jeans. To which I asked, why did you wait to tell me this in the van? "Because if I told you in the house, then you would have made me go change!" She was absolutely right, as we are rushing to the bus stop! At the ripe old age of 12, Melissa has already figured out how to skillfully deliver information and that timing is everything!
ReplyDeleteLori Jean, I think there must be some kind of middle school handbook that they work from! And I think, if she's this sneaky at 12, what are the teen years going to be like?? Calgon, take me away! ;0)
ReplyDeleteMelinda,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for linking your story to the Make Us Laugh Monday link a thon. That was great!
I hope you have a great day/week. Talk with you soon.
Lori @whenwelisten
As I read and laughed, I thought how lucky I was that my daughter never tried to wear my clothes. She just kind of by-passed that size/phase when she was like 10 or 11.
ReplyDeleteAt 13, she has now discovered boys and mom's perfume! OK, this is normal. However, I am a single mom on disability, so you know I'm raking in the dough (NOT)! After falling in love with a Calvin Klein variety, saving to buy it, and finding it on sale, my daughter THOUGHT she deserved to wear it as well.
Imagine her surprise when I made her go and wash it off, with a chance of missing the school bus! Worse than that - I threatened to make her ride the elementary bus if she missed hers. In other words, I was refusing to drive her to school if she missed the bus for trying to wear MY brand new perfume!
I would be mad, too. If you'd worn it already? Maybe. But not when it's brand new! But, wow, she's smart, huh? I laughed when her "going through the garage" sent up your mom radar.
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