It’s All My Fault

Yesterday it finally happened, my oldest daughter broke up with her boyfriend, Baby Huey. They have been dating for 6 months, which to them is a lifetime. Keep in mind that by the time I actually publish this post things will probably change and they might be back together.

My dear daughter has been in a bit of trouble around our house lately. She has not done anything really bad but she just can’t comprehend that if you keep breaking the rules you keep getting punished. Two weeks ago I ended up telling her that she could not go to her homecoming dance which is this weekend. For some strange reason she thought I would change my mind on this punishment and did not tell Baby Huey about not going. I guess Baby Huey found out from my daughter’s friend that my daughter was not going to the dance. He thinks that my daughter is making it all up about being grounded so they are now “taking a break.”

These are some of the comments that my dear sweet 16 year old made to me last night:

  • “You could fix everything if you just let me go to the dance.”  (My response: “You would be going to the dance if you hadn’t gotten in trouble!”)
  • You never did like him” (My response: Nothing, I really don’t like the boy. He is too much of a suck up.)
  •  “You got your wish. We didn’t make it to Homecoming, just like you predicted!” (My response: “What can I say I’m good! I told you I know everything.”)
  • “It’s all your fault!” (My response: “You can blame me if you want but I was not the one dating Baby Huey, you were.”)

I can’t wait until she has to put up with me going through Menopause!

Video Of The Week

My oldest daughter brought home the lyrics to this song last night for her history homework. The first thing I thought was: Crap I’m getting old! This song came out the year I graduated High School in 1989! Then I started thinking what a great homework assignment she got. She has to take each event from the song and give a brief description of it and make a chronological graph for it. She has a week to finish it.

We Didn’t Start The Fire
Billy Joel
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, “The King and I”, and “The Catcher in the Rye”
Eisenhower, vaccine, England’s got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye
CHORUS
We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
Though we did ignite it
But we tried to fight it
Josef Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc
Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn’s got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland
Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev
Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez
Chorus
Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge On The River Kwai
Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California Baseball,
Starkwether, Homicide, Children of Thalidomide
Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia
Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go
U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo
Chorus
Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land,
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion
Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician sex
J.F.K. blown away, what else do I have to say
Chorus
Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline
Ayatollah’s in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan
Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide
Foreign debts, homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, China’s under martial law
Rock and Roller cola wars, I can’t take it anymore
Chorus 3 Times
We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire…

Oops, She Did It Again!

In my house we have rules. Sometimes in my house, my kids do not like to follow my rules. I don’t think they have quite come to terms with the fact if you break the law, the law will break you!

We have a phone policy in my house. It is not all that hard to follow. My husband works from home so we keep our land line as a business phone. I have told my 16 year old that her friends may call my cell phone to reach her. Then if the land line is free she can call them back on that phone. Her friends are not to call the land line number.

Two weeks ago my dear little sweet 16 year old’s boyfriend called the land line. O.K., fine, so Baby Huey can’t grasp the phone rules. I grounded my daughter from the phones for 2 days and I had her call her boyfriend and tell him why she got grounded. Not too bad of a punishment, at least not to me.

The next day I pick up the land line to make a phone call and my dear little sweet 16 year old is on the line talking to her best friend. Busted! Her original punishment was revised from 2 days to 1 week.

Two days into the new sentencing she got busted again. This time she got busted really good. I went to bed around 11 pm one night and I could not go to sleep. I was just laying in my bed when I heard the squeak of one of our stairs. I knew someone was up but I just stayed in bed. About 5 minutes later I got out of bed and went into the kitchen where I noticed the portable phone was missing. Hmmm, did a little mouse take it? I think not it must be the big rat I call my 16 year old daughter! I quietly walked upstairs into my husbands office and picked up the phone in there. I hear Baby Huey ask if my daughter can talk. I piped in “No she can not! If I were you I would not call her for a very long time!” I hung up the phone and went in to my daughter’s room. I told her she would have to wait for her punishment until morning after I had a talk with her dad.

The next morning I talked to my husband and we decided that we would extend her sentencing of no phone to a full month and also take away her computer access. I put up on her My Space (I have her password) that she was grounded from the phone and the computer for a month.

Right now we are in week 2 of the new sentencing and truth be told, I can’t wait for her to go back to school next week. Since she can’t talk to her best friend or Baby Huey she is just plain driving me nuts! But I will not give in! I will stay strong!

Because of all the Baby Huey references I could not resist this!

Question Of The Week

Question of the Week: At what age should you let your kids get their driver’s license?

 

I think it is up to each parent to decide when their kid is ready to drive. My oldest daughter turned 16 over the summer and she thinks just because you hit the big 16 you are automatically entitled to get your driver’s license. Being the mean parents that we are, we told her she is not really ready for the responsibility of driving. We told her she needs to prove that she is responsible by getting better grades this year, which means turning in assignments and managing to study on her own. We have seen a lot of improvement on her side and we will probably let her take driver’s education next summer. That will put her at being 17 when she gets her license.

Question Of The Week

Question of the Week: At what age should you let girls wear make-up?

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My youngest daughter currently goes to a catholic school. The school goes from pre-K to 8th grade. They have a very strict rule of no make-up for the girls. I for one have no problem with this rule but some of the moms with girls in the 6th to 8th grades think this rule should not apply to the older girls.

I let my 9 year old wear lip gloss and kid perfume. I let my older daughter wear nailpolish at 13 and full make-up at 15.

I have been told I am too strict on my kids but I don’t really want my girls to look like a Bratz doll either.

I’m A Survivor!

I need to have a t-shirt printed that says “I Survived Back To School Shopping With My Teen 2008!”

Yesterday I made the giant leap into the dark unknown called shopping with my teen-aged daughter! Usually we have an all out war when this time of year comes around. She wants a shirt that shows off her assets and I want a shirt that covers them up!

This year went very well, no fighting, no yelling, no grounding, no nothing. We actually agreed on quite a few outfits, had lunch and we even laughed together.

I have a theory that neither one of us was P.M.S.ing for a change or we have both grown up a little. Either way “I Survived Back To School Shopping With My Teen 2008!”

Play Date Rules

OK, I have given this some deep thought and I believe I have a list that I can post in my house. I looked at W. Bruce Cameron’s 8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter, which I thought were pretty good, but these are rules that a dad wrote. My “Play Date Rules” need what you might call a mother’s fine touch to them. I will have to keep these rules short since the attention span of most teenage boys is that of a flea, so here you go:

Play Date Rules

  1. No boys allowed in any bedrooms or any room with a door attached to it for that matter.
  2. If you can help yourself to my food, you can help yourself to my dishwasher as well.
  3. If you shouldn’t stand on something then don’t put your feet on it at all.
  4. No kissing allowed in front of minors or parents for that matter.
  5. If I don’t like you, my daughter does not like you, she just might not know it yet!
  6. If you get accidentally get something pregnant, you accidentally marry it.
  7. My first name is Mrs. and his is Mr.
  8. Curfews are not negotiable. We go by the clock on our wall, don’t want to get in trouble then set your watch by our clock!
  9. We believe in the 3 strike law. If you screw up 3 times you are out of here unless you screwed up and broke Rule number 6!

Playing The Field

Ring, Ring goes my phone yesterday afternoon:

Me: Hello?
Boy on the other end: Is your daughter #1 (name with held for my protection) home?
Me: Is this Steve?
Boy on the other end: No, this is Chris.
Me: Sorry, she’s not here right now may I take a message.
Boy on the other end: Yeah, tell her to call me cause we need to talk.

Then it happened, I apparently didn’t have all of the facts in my oldest daughter’s life! She is apparently playing the field, so they say. You see Steve is the name of the boy who I have heard about for the last 2 months. She is supposedly “dating” him, even though she is not allowed to date until she is 16. Unknown to me she is also “dating” this boy Chris.

I gave her the message, and told her of my little conversation with Chris. The look of horror on her face was hilarious!

I told her what she was doing was wrong. It is not right to have more than one “boyfriend” at a time. You may go out with different people, which I explained was called dating. But, once you tell someone he is your boyfriend, you have to stop dating other boys until you break up with him. 

She called Chris back and of course he wanted to know all about Steve. She told him the situation she had created and he “broke up” with her. Thank goodness, a solution to her little problem.

I told her to avoid these problems in the future she might want to inform me of all the facts in her life, either that or let me read her diary!