In preparation for the advent of summer (which will have to come, one of these days) I bought new sunglasses today. They are red.
I think they are cute.
When the Oldest Carrotstick saw them, she laughed at me. A lot.
I still think they are cute.
However, the Oldest Carrotstick's uncontrolled mockery, laughter, and ridicule is making me wonder about how cute I think she is.
I am posting these pictures to try to remind myself that she is, in fact, cute. And sweet. And kind to others.
I am trying to remember that it is a unwritten rule that it is a teen-ager's job to mock her mother.
It is also an unwritten rule that it is a mom's job to embarrass their teen-age daughter. I think I will wear my red sunglasses, the ridiculously ugly gold floral D.I. housecoat I bought as a joke, and possibly some pink fluffy slippers when I go to pick her up from school tomorrow. And I will make sure I go right to her classroom door, and walk all the way out to the parking lot with my arm around her shoulders, as she, dying from embarrassment, looks down at the floor hoping not to be recognized by anyone she knows.
"Just doin' my job, mom. Just doin' my job."
(And why I added a caption under that picture, I have no idea. It's starting to be a frightening trend. Please excuse me. )