Monday, November 15, 2010

Teenagers and Jeans

This morning I woke to the sound of rain on the windows.  I thought to myself what a way to start the day. I had made a promise to start my day with the Lord first and I fully intended to fulfill this.  First off, I should have taken my Bible and my devotional book upstairs.  I know that I need to do this before I even place my feet on the floor.  So down the stairs I go.  Except that when I got downstairs, the atmosphere was not at all peaceful.

I have Alexis (17), Payton (18 and living with us until I get the trailer ready for him) and then our lovely, dramatic Gabrielle(14).  It seems that Gabrielle has left her ONLY 2 pairs of jeans at her friends house and she has no jeans to wear.  Now if her sister would only get off her pedestal and let her borrow a pair, we would not be in the spot.  Alexis probably owns 20 pairs at least.  So asking nicely, I thought, Alexis proceeds to let me know that she is not sharing her jeans and that it is not her problem.  Never mind that I am the one that pays for the jeans.  So off to school Payton and Alexis go.

Now begins the real drama,  "Mother, I can not go to school without jeans to wear."  When I ask where are the 6 pair that she bought while living in San Antonio are, she responded - They are too short now.  Right, like she has grown in the last month.  Well, I send her upstairs to her sisters room only to find that the door has been locked.  At this moment, if I had high blood pressure, I am sure that it is skyrocketing.  So off I go to my desk, hoping that I have a key to the lock.  Yes, I do, so now perhaps we can get to school.

Drama must be Gabrielle's middle name.  Somehow it is my fault and all I did was get out of bed without giving the Lord the first 10 minutes of my day.  Trust me, tomorrow I will make this a priority.  So off to school we go and the car is silent.  I always hated when my mother would give the silent treatment.  I wanted to talk, but in my heart I knew that anything that I said would meet with disdain.  As we are pulling into the parking lot, I notice other parents letting their LATE children off.  Thinking that I could do the same.  Oh, no, now it would be my fault again if I were to decide that because it is pouring down rain, that she could walk herself in.  So I get out of the car, all the while not saying a word( you know how teenagers can be if you say the wrong thing).  When I finish checking her in, I ask the secretary if it was required that I sign her in when she is late.  Oh, no, she is able to do that herself.  I turn to Gabrielle and say "have a great day", to which she replies(you don't want to know).

So after school today, I take pick her up and take her to "the New Black"  a consignment store and start looking for jeans.  Nothing fit, but we did find some shirts, purse and a pair of shoes(new).  All for the total cost of $207.00.  Then I get home and order some on Hollister(fortunately the are on sale).  I look at Gabrielle and tell her, that she had better wash the jeans she has on, because those will be going to school tomorrow on her body.  I know that I should have just looked for jeans, but I knew that the shirts would be the next thing that she didn't have.

My Mandy and Bridgett were never this hard to please or dress.  One of these days, I am going to get to go shopping for myself and enjoy it.


  1. You're much nicer than I am is all I'm gonna say. Hoping that tomorrow starts off much nicer for you!

  2. God bless you! Teenagers are tough!



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