A few days ago PS said to me, "Do you know what happens in 11 days?"
And I responded, "yeah, the anniversary of the day I pushed your giant head out of my vagina."
She rolled her eyes and huffed off. It's so much fun torturing teenagers.
So tomorrow I've been a mom for 14 years. Hard to believe, and I'm not adjusting well. PS has changed so much in the last year, from a petite girl in middle school, to a grown-up sized young woman in high school. Last week she came downstairs in her go-to dress, paired with a pair of wedge-heeled booties and patterned tights. The dress had suddenly become too-short and too-tight and she had curves that seemingly appeared overnight. She is definitely not the 8-pound butterball I fell in love with 14 years ago.
Sadly, she's learning that birthdays get less fun as you get older. She's got school tomorrow, followed by robotics club and then the parent open-house. She's pretty much spending13 hours at school tomorrow. We're hoping we can squeeze in a super-quick dinner, but it's going to be a crazy day.
So tonight she gets Cherry Crunch per her request. And I guess we'll let her open her presents. Unless I want to torture her a little longer with them.