February 27, 2000

As If That Wasnt Enough Trauma

I am still quite pleased that I actually remembered enough of my Girl Scout training to be able to find my way back out of my daughters room with no navigational aidsno GPS, no compass, not even a trail of pizza crumbs. Tonight, as I sat on my bed reveling in my success, the other shoe, as it were, fell.

There I sat on my bed, reveling and catching up with some email and diary entries, when the door to my bedroom/sanctuary unceremoniously few open and in marched the creator of that alternate reality of the bedroom world with a hairbrush in her hand.

Finally found your hairbrush, huh?

No response, just a sickeningly sweet smile.

I began to feel a sense of unease.

Gonna brush your hair in my bathroom again? Just dont leave a mess.

Still no response as she advanced towards me while caressing her hairbrush.

Did you attempt to at least clear a path through that carnage in your room? OW!!!!

Oh dear, Im sunk. Daughter dearest is in hair stylist mode.

Let me brush your hair, Mom came from her mouth in her best Bride of Chuckie voice.

I started to protest, but by that time, it was too late, the brush was already on its third or fourth trip through my hair, tearing through hairspray with no respect for my aging tender skull.

I decided to ignore her. After all, if you pretend something isnt there..well then it really isnt there, right? Perception is reality, right? Riiiighhhht.

I kept emailing and diarying, she kept brushing. As I sat studiously pretending nothing was happening, I couldnt help but steal glances at myself in the mirror each time my daughter stopped to admire her handiwork.

First glance I looked like the overweight mother of one of the members of one of the current teenie-bopper girl groups TLC, Destinys Child or Blaque. Shudder.

Second glance transported back to my high school days..but looking a bit worse for the wear of the intervening years.

Third glance a poodle with a top-knot. Definitely a poodle.

Fourth glance I kept my eyes closed.

Fifth glance hey not half bad. A little trendy a little younger but still somewhat dignified.and no traces of poodlehood.

Stop! Stop right there!!! You are an artiste with a hairbrush..and I am getting off the computer right now so you can have the phone.

Mission accomplished, the hairs stylist from hell sauntered from the room, already dialing the phone. You know, it would have been easier (but not as much fun, I suspect) to have just asked me if she could use the phone.

Hahaha! I love it! She’s a bright girl, you know, making her mom feel good (after the pain, of course) about giving her the phone. This really gave me a chuckle…esp. the Bride of Chuckie comment. lol ZB~

Ah yes! The cunning personality of a young girl that certainly knows how to work the system! You always put such a smile on my face!

I’m beginning to suspect that phones with women are like the TV remote controls with men.

Well, I am glad that you still have some hair left! My hair probably could not take that! {{{{{HUG}}}}}

Ah so clever to have gotten a new hairstyle out of the deal… 🙂

Willy & Wilma

February 28, 2000

Women!

LOL yeah…we women are more devious about these things…my sons would have come charging into the room and would have stood at my elbow staring me down till I gave up and got off the Internet! 🙂

and that would be AFTER saying in no uncertain terms, “Mom get off the computer. We need the phone.” (gotta love ’em!)

Maybe I should have a daughter in the house. My son stands in the door at 7:00:01 announcing the time and he is ready for his allotment of pc time. Generally men don’t beat around the bush, I need to get to the salon!

With my daughter, I am the stylist..and any other role she deems me fit for..LOL..BUT hey..I’ll give her a 9.5 on for creativity on the manipulation scale..*giggles* Doncha just luv em???

Are you lucky! A built- in beauty parlor at home. Get that girl another hobby.

Torin Invanusson

February 29, 2000

So happy you have survived both ordeals intact! With a grin and a chuckle…

Oh what I missed by having 3 boys!!

BlueEyes

You let her touch your hair??????? You are much braver than I!!!!!!

Hmm how about letting her get a line and her own phone so you don’t have to share? 🙂 Froglette who determined another phone line was actually more than a cell with limited plan and now has one for emergency

except that i do know that teenagers and emergency only is sorta an oxymoron all unto itself. HAPPY LEAP FROG DAY! 🙂 Ribbit

(giggling) oh, Sunshine…you have a way of turning the most traumatic occurances into ordinary day life. LOL

– – sorry, that was me…not signed in. LOL

Mns

March 1, 2000

LOL… gotta love this true life stuff! *shudders* my daughter’s bathroom is getting so bad she’s now spending more time in MY bathroom leaving her clips, brush, silk flowers, curling iron.. Finally i say (c)

no more! this has to stop… this weekend she’s gonna get to the bottom of it all and clean it up. i feel soooo sorry for her 16 yr old bro who has to share it with her!

LOL, too funny. I finally gave up the ghost and got another phone line when my two hit teen-age land. Makes life ever so much easier.

Kidd J

March 3, 2000

ROTFLMAO!! I love these last 2 entries!

hmmmmmm takes after her mother… a lot!!!!!!

Your ‘Creator of the Alternate Universe’ sounds like a lot of fun. She must love having a mom like you. My mom used to call my bedroom “The Vortex”.