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).
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.
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