Question of the Ages
As I sit patiently outside the grocery store, car running barely spitting out enough heat to ward off the freezing temps- I am reflecting on choices made today.
20 minutes ago I intercepted my 14 yr old decided she needed to walk to the store to shop for ingredients to make the dip she wanted to bring to the NYE party she was invited to. While in classic teenage-fashion she was only wearing a hoodie and no winter coat, I do give her props for donning mittens and ear muffs...I call that progress!
Begrudgingly I offered her a ride, declaring I would prefer to not have to change out of my cozy new Christmas robe and ridiculous lobster pajamas if I didn’t have to.
My offer was accepted and to the store we went. It did cross my mind how mortified I'd be if I got in a car wreck but its really not that far of a drive even with the slippery barely plowed roads, I'll risk it.
And then as I type this out, the dreaded call. "Mom...I can't find the garlic. Or the q-tips dad asked for." Uh yeah, I am NOT coming inside. Not looking like a freaking Muppet in this plush robe. Hell. Nah.
So I try explaining what a full clove of garlic looks like, knowing full well she isn't an idiot. And then suggested maybe she look for the chopped kind in a jar? Or, oh I don't know, ask a store employee.!??? I asked if she wanted to video chat and that idea was not only rejected, but I don't think she could have disconnected that call any faster with her "don't worry about it, I'll figure it out"
So that leads me to now, dog and I in quiet reflection waiting for the kid to emerge from the store with her goods. Was it lazy of me to refuse to get dressed for the day this late in the afternoon, errr early in the evening...or am I a genius?
20 minutes ago I intercepted my 14 yr old decided she needed to walk to the store to shop for ingredients to make the dip she wanted to bring to the NYE party she was invited to. While in classic teenage-fashion she was only wearing a hoodie and no winter coat, I do give her props for donning mittens and ear muffs...I call that progress!
Begrudgingly I offered her a ride, declaring I would prefer to not have to change out of my cozy new Christmas robe and ridiculous lobster pajamas if I didn’t have to.
My offer was accepted and to the store we went. It did cross my mind how mortified I'd be if I got in a car wreck but its really not that far of a drive even with the slippery barely plowed roads, I'll risk it.
And then as I type this out, the dreaded call. "Mom...I can't find the garlic. Or the q-tips dad asked for." Uh yeah, I am NOT coming inside. Not looking like a freaking Muppet in this plush robe. Hell. Nah.
So I try explaining what a full clove of garlic looks like, knowing full well she isn't an idiot. And then suggested maybe she look for the chopped kind in a jar? Or, oh I don't know, ask a store employee.!??? I asked if she wanted to video chat and that idea was not only rejected, but I don't think she could have disconnected that call any faster with her "don't worry about it, I'll figure it out"
So that leads me to now, dog and I in quiet reflection waiting for the kid to emerge from the store with her goods. Was it lazy of me to refuse to get dressed for the day this late in the afternoon, errr early in the evening...or am I a genius?
41-45, F
