I woke the kids up a little before 7 today. T-Rex pretended like he didn’t hear me and kept on sleeping. Drama Girl stirred a little, letting out an “Mmmm” from under her mop of hair. Not the kind of Mmmm that said, “Thanks, Mom! I’d love to get ready for school!” but a guttural “Get outta my face, lady, before I wipe that coffee-charged smile off your lips” like The Creature in Young Frankenstein.
For a half hour she refused to address me with anything but a growl. Then, right as we were leaving the house, she gave me a hug and began speaking in human again.
Yeah, I think the teenage years will be a piece of cake.