Daughter starts high school today. Like all teenagers she enjoys rolling her eyes, wearing whatever clothes/makeup/jewelry will give her father the most fits, dyeing her hair weird colors and most importantly, sleeping until after lunchtime. I laughed myself silly when I got the letter from the school district that said her bus would pick her up at 6:38 in the morning. School starts at 7:20 so it could be worse but she didn't see it that way. Getting up at o'dark thirty is a fate worse than death as far as she's concerned. I didn't have much sympathy, I've wasted years of my life trying to drag her ass out of bed so this is sweet revenge.
Hmmm, daughter at 7 and she's in bed reading. Not much has changed. It's not just her as a teenager, she's always been a night-owl that likes to sleep in until I'm having a cow because she's still in bed and it's WHAT TIME?!?!?!
And here she is this weekend in Chelan. Thinking she's all that and a bag of chips 'cause she's going into high school. Brat.
Now I'm going to go cry myself back to sleep. (I don't have to go to school at 7:20 in the morning, why should I lose my beauty sleep?) She's ready for high school but I'm not.
Have fun baby, I love you.