under pressure
my daughter….
my daughter, my daughter, my daughter.
love dares you to care….isn’t that how the song goes?
my boo fell apart this morning. utterly and completely fell apart.
she spent, and this is no exaggeration, the Alaskan Poet is here to confirm it, she spent no less than an HOUR a full HOUR yelling and screaming and crying.
it.
was.
Horrible.
and i couldn’t help but flash forward ten years, her in her teens me in my late forties and i felt a little bad for her. no way am i going to be a hip late-forties kind of mom, no way! she’s screwed! but the yelling and screaming, that we’ll have down pat.
finally i got her packed in the car and at pre-school and on the way home after catching the last 10 seconds of Billy Idol, Queen’s Under Pressure came on and i almost wept. i hate it when she’s wound up like that and isn’t herself. i hate when my patience is at an end. i hate it when she doesn’t listen and cooperate and is punished.
i’m going to try to end the day right with Kung Fu Panda tonight, leave the men home to maintain while the gals repair themselves and each other.