August 18, 2012

• drama

  I have daughters and I’m a chick.  That’s by way of warning of the content of this blog.  Truly I’d understand if you didn’t want to read this one.

  My LLO is having a little visit with my mom.  In fact, I’m supposed to be in the car at this very moment to get the heck over there to get her and so on.  Spawn didn’t want to get out of bed (Spawn never wants to get out of bed- she’s a teenager) and the only way I got her moving was the promise of a story. 

  LLO is hilarious to talk with on the phone.  Usually.  She sounds like a 5 year old with good manners.  (She is actually 11 and the manners I wasn’t aware of.)  Last night she called me, which is also a new thing.  Anyhow she started the content of the conversation with “I am so happy.  I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.”  Of course I wanted to know why, because happy is not a usual emotion for this one.  I think she’s generally happy when she’s asleep.  Other than that, she’s some kind of loud and dramatic.  No information forthcoming in the happy, by the way.  I asked if she had a good talk with Grammy (who works miracles with all of the girls in my domicile) and she said no.  M kay. 

  Next thing I know we’ve moved the conversation to cramps and doctors and middle school and the good mood is gone and my head has popped off and rolled across the room. So, cramps.  She tells me grammy says we should talk to the doctor because there’s a solution for them.  I’m all about this and wondering why I wasn’t privy to this sacred knowledge thank you very much.  Turns out she thinks the doctor might solve the problem for LLO as one did for my mom.  My mom had all her parts removed in her early 30′s because the parts were mighty horrible (my bro and I are adopted).  I’m like, honey love, let’s start with Tylenol. 

  Then the doctor convo leads to the shot convo.  There’s definitely some shot required for middle school.  I forgot about this again, but it’s not my fault.  I know I had this appointment set up long ago, but I think the doc had to cancel it.  In any case, Spawn let me know that I need to get on it.  Thanks.  Well, shots in my land are epic drama.  Spawn had to be physically restrained for years to get any kind of shot- in fact I think the 6th grade shot was still requiring about 5 pairs of hands.  And I guess I’m not all that great with shots either.  I had throat surgery quite a long time ago and I was offered a pain shot or pills and chose pills.  I only chose them once, because those damn horse pills hurt like heck.  Anyhow.  LLO is NOT feeling the love about getting a shot.  And the shot convo leads to the middle school convo.

  What the heck was I thinking?  Because knowing what team she has been assigned is not comforting information unless she knows what team her best friend is on.  This I do not know, because I’m afraid to call them after the debacle of last week.  And it’s the wrong team according to Spawn (she emphatically denies saying this. but that girl has a worse memory than her mother.)  And I said there’s a back-to-school night next week to meet her teacher and open her locker, thinking this would ease some of the worries.  (The opening of the locker being the biggest drama for Spawn.)  By about this time, she was close to hysterical and I’m wishing that the aliens had kept me. 

  Much later, I noticed the little blinky light that tells me I had a phone message.  It was my mother, several hours prior, suggesting that I call her because LLO’s emotions are all over the place. 

  

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