It's the day after the end of my life. I have officially become the mother of a teenager. At 8:00 last night to be exact. The 1st demon spawn I gave birth to became 13. This is the end of my life, right? Now I must give more freedom... wait, no I don't. I can lock her up in the basement, can't I? Please tell me I can.
The demon spawn told me a few weeks ago that she's excited about her first dance coming up. 7th grade is so grown up, ya know. Why is she excited? Because she wants to have her first kiss. HER WHAT? Um, no. Put on the breaks... she doesn't even have a boyfriend yet. Good God, help me and pass the Prozac.
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