Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Remember the days when our kids couldn't stand for us to be out of their sight? Remember hearing, "Look at me, Mom. You're not looking! Hey! Wait for me!" I miss those days.
Last night, during the storm I expected my daughter to come home right after her Cosmotology late lab. I called after 8 because she wasn't at home and learned she was at the mall trying on clothes. "No problem, I just thought you were in a ditch full of water or in someone's trunk. That's all."
Today I expected her home around 3. I called after 4 and learned she was cutting a friend's hair. Does she think that because her curfew is 9 that means she doesn't have to let me know she's not coming straight home? That I'm not going to care where she is?
Thankfully, we didn't get any more rain today so at least I didn't have to worry about her driving during a tropical storm.