Growing Pains

I had intended to start an entry dedicated to my Valentine.

Instead I am going to write about my Morgan.  My strong willed, opinionated, little activist.  My eighteen~going on~thirty year old daughter.  Eighteen is so tough.  She wants to “adult” but she’s not remotely “adult~ish” and try as I might to advise and guide her, I usually only succeed in pissing her off.  That pisses ME off and there is usually screaming on her part, resulting in hanging up on my part.  Everything is SO dramatic.  If only I had a nickel for every time she has wailed, “you never take my side!” or “you’re not listening!”.  Ah, but I am listening, my girl.  I am always on your side but you’re not always in the right.  So I try to put her problem du jour into perspective and it turns out she really hates perspective.

Today was no different.

Boys were so much easier.   More on Morgan to come.