Joan Crawford‘s got nothing on me. Just ask the wee small girl child that lives here with us. Keelan is 17 and has some unusual ideas of good parenting. She had a friend drop in to visit her last night about 9:30 and she and this other little girl sat in here, (the riff-raff room…where the teenagers hang out at my house) and visited and talked and giggled. The usual. Then at about 10:00 I came in here and talked to them. Keelan popped up and said that she was thinking about going camping. Oh. OK, with (insert friend’s name here)? Well, yes. With her. “When?” I ask. “Right now.” After playing 20 questions like this to the tune of 136 questions I finally gathered that her friend had gone to the Texas City dike in a camper with another friend of theirs that I have never even met and said friend’s parents. She had just left the camp site to “go home and catch a shower”. So the thinking here is that she will swing by at 10:00pm and pick up Keelan and take her to spend the night with her and all these other people that I have never even met. When I told Keelan that I would have to talk to them on the phone I got the response I was looking for, cause there was no way she was going. She did all the requisite stomping, whining, and fuming, explaining that it was stupid to do that and totally embarrassing to her and “How COULD I?” Etc. And then, per normal procedure, she said, “FINE! I just won’t go!” To which I said, “Fine.”, and was secretly very smug.
Now who’s a bad mom and who’s a clever mom? OK, in the name of justice I guess I should add, who’s a bad, clever, mom? I think I am a badass clever mom.
In other world shaking news, my dear brother of Squidspot fame has relocated an award I recieved a good while back from my good friend Trannyhead over at Law School Sucks, and so do lawyers. It is now in the sidebar as it should be. I really should stay on top of these things, but, alas, my housekeeping, er… “skills” are carried on over to my blogdom. Such is life. I am not going to complain cause hey, he got it done. Yea, Cam!
Comment by Mither on June 25, 2008 at 2:48 pm
GOOD mommy, indeed. I am proud of you.
Comment by Memarie Lane on June 25, 2008 at 4:18 pm
Ha! You went easy on her. When I was in sixth grade a new friend (who is still my friend now) invited me over to spend the night, and my mom said she had to meet her parents first, in person, for an extended conversation. So we arranged a meeting, and my mom decided I couldn’t go because my friend’s mom was divorced and had a live-in boyfriend. They ended up getting married a few months later, so it was okay then.
Comment by Krissa on June 25, 2008 at 4:27 pm
Wow! I gotta admit she was tougher on you than I am on my little heathens. But look at how well you turned out! LOL What about your “mothering style”? Strict or not strict?
Comment by Tranny Head on June 25, 2008 at 8:38 pm
How clever! And way better than being SOO uncool by just saying “you’re not going.” This was way better.
Comment by Serendipitous Girl on June 25, 2008 at 9:14 pm
You are a badass! And smart! My parents believed me when I said I was going “camping.” By which of course I meant tripping over the lovely little US Border into Mexico for margaritas at the lovely age of 16. Stay strong mama!
Comment by Tink on June 26, 2008 at 8:06 am
You can bet your ass that wasn’t going to be an innocent camping trip. No ma’am. Whenever I pulled that with my Mom there was either going to be booze, boys, or no parents. You did goooood. 🙂
Comment by themikestand on June 27, 2008 at 11:50 am
I’m sorry, I got stopped at “camping” and my mind wandered off thinking about all the bacon you get to eat for breakfast when you camp (I just purchased side AND back bacon for this weekend’s trip!) — Uh, wait. I think you had a moral theme in your post. I highly applaud you for cracking the whip and bringing a screeching halt to what would be a potentially sketchy endeavour.
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