The joy of parenting teen-agers
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valarltdGoing greyer by the day here.
Bunny was staying the night at a friend's house. Or so we thought until she called in at 8:30 AM and said "mom? we're in Proctor. Can you come get us?"
Proctor is 15 miles away from the friend's house. They walked. All night apparently.
At least she had sense to get to a place with a real address where her cell phone worked so I could get a map and find them.
I was NOT a happy mama. She is grounded. No phone. No computer. Nothing but school.
AUGH! My SISTER did this sort of crap. I didn't.
Bunny was staying the night at a friend's house. Or so we thought until she called in at 8:30 AM and said "mom? we're in Proctor. Can you come get us?"
Proctor is 15 miles away from the friend's house. They walked. All night apparently.
At least she had sense to get to a place with a real address where her cell phone worked so I could get a map and find them.
I was NOT a happy mama. She is grounded. No phone. No computer. Nothing but school.
AUGH! My SISTER did this sort of crap. I didn't.
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Date: 2006-04-15 03:08 am (UTC)Mom: Every time you do something that worries or upsets me, I get another gray hair.
Daughter: Oh.
Daughter, after much thought: Mom, why are all of Grandma's hairs gray?
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Date: 2006-04-15 05:10 am (UTC)