Teenagers….

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So getting right back into things, I need to vent about my 15 year old. What the actual hell is wrong with teenagers? Was I like this to my mother? UGH! My daughter forgot to take her meds this morning. She texted me about it, to which I asked if she wanted me to bring them to her after dropping off my youngest. She said, “Yes, por favor.” Yes, my very caucasian daughter speaks to me in Spanglish, she’s fun. Anywho, I dropped off the youngest and ran home to grab the meds.

The moment I walk in the door, my 15 year old’s dog starts howling from his crate because YAY! GRANDMA IS HOME….Grandma…yeah. I grab the meds, change my hoodie to another hoodie, because it was more presentable. I did not want to walk into the high school with a hoodie that is 5 sizes too large because my daughter would look at me like I had 5 heads. No worries though, because I threw on my coffee hoodie, grabbed the meds, and the howling moron dog, and ran out the door. I let the dog pee, and herd him into the car. He is 50 pounds, and only 4 months old. Yes, let that soak in. He is half Great Dane and half Lab. Four months old, 50 pounds. Yeah.

I arrive at the school and grab my driver’s license, the medications, keys and my phone. I get buzzed into the front door, and check-in at the office. They have to scan my license and give me a sticker to wear as a visitor’s pass. Next, I have to go over to the clinic and wait for my daughter. On my way the bell rang, and all of a sudden the previously empty hall was FILLED with GINORMOUS teenagers. What are people feeding their children these days?!?! I don’t think one of them was my height, or shorter. did my best to bob and weave through the masses, and duck into the clinic. The nurse lets me know my daughter is on her way.

Here she comes, my amazing kid. She is gorgeous, smart, funny, and athletic. She is everything I always wished I could be, and through all the shit she has endured through her life, she still keeps it all together. She is my hero in so many ways. I showed her the three bottles I brought. She tells me she only needs the one and she will take the others when she gets home. My hero then proceeds to brush me off, and run out the door barely even saying two words, and no, those words were not THANK YOU.

I left the building kind of in a stupor. While this may not seem like much to many parents, it is to me. We have been through a great deal, and I dropped everything to bring her the meds, WHICH SHE FORGOT. I practiced deep breathing all the way home. I am still deep breathing 2 hours later. I have counted to 1,328. I am not angry, but I feel disappointed, because my kid knows better. I guess I will say something to her after she gets home from practice.

I get that teenagers want to pretend they were hatched from eggs and do not have parents. I have been there, but still, I feel like this is an instance where all I wanted was common courtesy. Maybe next time I will leave on the 5 sizes too large hoodie, and put some holes in my pants, and wear mismatched shoes, skip brushing my hair. We shall see, or she will just remember to always take her meds before she leaves for school.

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