Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Picture day.....the horror
Okay, up until this point, I have enjoyed picture day in my family. Pick out a nice shirt, comb some hair, maybe some curling for Tatum. No problem. Well Tatum is now eleven years old. She is shaving her legs and today, straightening her hair. She got up at 5:30 to start this process.
She picked out her shirt (I believe it's hollister a hand me down for sure) and straightened her hair. Then, she humbly came down and asked if she could wear some mascara and some lip gloss. I let her do that. Then she came down and asked if she could wear some eye shadow. Now she is pushing it. I say no. She stomps up the stairs. I tell her to watch it, or I will scrub her face.
Now Grant is in the bathroom brushing his teeth and will not let her in. Let the screaming commence. Oh my gosh, she still has 45 minutes until the bus and she has to fix her lip gloss. God help me. Trying to be sympathetic was a little trying after the fourth attempt at lip gloss with no smears. Then a flick of the hair, in the lip gloss, let's all start over again. I just went into my bedroom and screamed into my pillow.
Let's not overlook the fact that now she can pick her background color. There are six choices. Finally, after yelling at her after the fifteenth "I don't know", she picks purple. Ten bucks says she changes her mind if her best friend picked something else.
She is off to the bus. Someone pass the valium or at the very least, tequila. Yikes. For the record, Cooper could not care less, but he picked a green background, his favorite color. Of course it did not match his shirt......oh well.
Any pre-teen girls in your life? Share the love.
God bless you and yours.