Motherhood.
Mom: "Did you borrow my foundation and not put it back?"
Child that will remain nameless: Busily instant messaging on facebook, "No mom."
Mom: After checking make up drawer for a 3rd time and not finding make up, "Are you sure?"
Child that will remain nameless: Frustrated and annoyed, "Yyyyes Mooom!"
Mom: "Last time I checked my make up did not have legs and couldn't walk on it's own. Why don't you check your purse and make sure."
Thinking: Was that too much? Maybe I could have masked my doubtfulness better than that.
Child that will remain nameless: Super frustrated and making heavy sigh sounds, "FINE. But I KNOW that I... oh... here it is." (Thrusts make up into hand)
This is where one would expect an, "Oops" Sheepish grin and "sorry mom." But no, instead, just get a child that storms off mad.
2 minutes later...
Mom: Did you borrow my blush?
Child that will remain nameless: "NO MOM!"
Mom: After checking make up drawer a third time and not finding blush, "Are you sure?"
Thinking: Didn't this just happen 2 minutes and 15 seconds ago? I might be losing my mind.
Child that will remain nameless: "I AM SURE!"
Mom: "Will you please check your purse because I can't imagine that it would be somewhere other that where I have kept it every day since I bought it 2 months ago?"
Thinking: Did that sound sarcastic? I really am trying to exercise patience here. Did some of my exasperation slip out? Keep it together.
Child that will remain nameless: Stomping to purse and annoyed that I am interrupting some serious facebook time and now rifling through her makeup, "I TOLD YOU I WAS SURE! Um...oh. HERE! Thrust blush into hands. Angerly slams bedroom door after exit.
Mom: Deep breath, Reopen door, "Can you just check for my blush brush too while you are looking because I can't find that either?"
Child that will remain nameless: Annoyed beyond words and fully expecting NOT to find it, "YA!" Finds it in her purse and again thrusts it in my hands and slams door.
Mom: Confused, jaw open, and stopped in tracks staring at the back side of a closed door...
Thinking: Why do I feel like I'd prefer to spend the afternoon in a padded cell and straight jacket having food delivered to me through a small shelf in the door?
Mom: Grateful for a moment of clarity re-enter door and say...
"It is not your turn to be upset.
It is not your turn to be rude.
It is your turn to be sorry.
Sorry, that you took your mom's makeup and didn't put it back.
It is your turn to feel bad.
Can you please explain to me why YOU have any right to be annoyed and frustrated with ME?"
Child that will remain nameless: "Oh, sorry mom."
She was thinking: I feel bad and embarrassed about forgetting that I took your things but being angry and acting annoyed is how I show it.
Teenagers.
I may need a new white, super tight jacket today and some pads on my walls, it's going to be a fun one.



















































