My girl – my biggest girl, that is – is becoming a woman.
Well, der. But, it’s certain milestones, beyond the obvious, that mark one’s journey to womanhood.
Certain milestones that mean I am going to have to learn when to share MY chocolate.
The other day, after the chocolate block she took control of disappeared just when I needed some chocolate, I decided to take control. I bought a block of caramello chocolate, broke up all the bits, and put them in a zip lock bag in the freezer. I was going to ration them out for myself. Only one per day (to counteract my usual tendency to gorge on one or two rows at a time.) I would have Total Control, and it wouldn’t be gone when I REALLY needed a piece.
Unfortunately Herself had spotted the block in the shopping. I told her it was MY stash, to ‘buy her own’, but later she found it in the freezer door. I moved it further into the freezer and hid it under some frozen peas.
On Friday afternoon, I’ve headed off to my swimming class, but I’m not quite there when my phone rings. It’s a missed call from Ms 16. Fearing that something has happened at home – after all, she and Ms 14 were arguing over usage of the laptop computer when I left – I ring back. [There was, it has to be said, an obvious correlation with Ms 16’s prevailing mood (which can only be described as snarky) and the time of the month, so I wasn’t sure if WW3 might have broken out.]
Message bank. Grrrr.
Then she rings again.
“What’s the matter?!!!”
“Where’s the chocolate?”
“You rang me for that? Are you kidding me?!”…. I hang up.
Then I get this text:
Im frigging trying to counteract frigging girl crankiness and theres chocolate in the house but im not allowed to have any??! I’m trying to control the attitude!!
Well, what can another woman say to that? Or a mother who has just given permission for her to go to an all-day music festival, and do other things involving ‘responsibility’ on the condition that she controls her attitude?