Monday, October 15, 2012
Y2 Day 47: The Perks of Being a Wallflower's Mother
It is a fabulous movie and we adored it — and I adored spending time with my little pumpkin, who I don't get to see one on one very often any more. As we drove home, windows open, heater blasting our feet (our preferred driving mode), I asked her if she ever does the thing that Charlie does in the movie: tell me and her dad that her life is better than it is so we won't worry about her. She said that she does — which I think is probably true for a lot of teenagers, but is still hard to hear. I said that if she hears nothing else I ever say to her, she needs to hear this one thing: It is not her job to protect us from anything. We are big grown-up people, we can handle whatever she throws at us. She said OK . . . but who really knows.
I tell you, man — I liked the music and some of the clothes and Friday dances and having the whole weekend free to do whatever I wanted (when I didn't have to babysit or do homework), but other than that — I miss NOTHING about being in high school!
In other news, I worked as a Math Guide today and did some editing and ran a million errands and ate fried clams. My weight was down this morning, finally!, but I think the clams (plus the side order of fries) should take care of that.
Yes, I know I am my own worst enemy. I blame the bivalve.
p.s. My cold is miraculously gone. I have an occasional cough, that's it. Damndest thing.