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I haven’t spoken about her much but do y’all remember that I have a daughter named Andie? (Actually, her real name is Andrea but we don’t’ call her that. We have never called her that. We just gave her a real name in case she ever wanted to be all professional and such)
Well we do and she’s a senior at Duke. She is pre-med and is interviewing for Med Schools right now. No, not right this second but at this time period. She has had two interviews and another is set up. At any rate, I was talking to her the other day and I must confess that she is the child most like me, poor thing. She is moody and funny as hell but also can be mean and nasty (yup…I’m mean and nasty too. It’s just that I’m older now and more in control of myself …sorta)
Anyways, we had a conversation on the phone the other day and Andie wanted to whine (see? Just like me)
Andie: I’m so tired
Andie: I didn’t sleep at all last night
Me: oh no, why not?
Andie: I don’t know
Me; I’m worried about this sleeping thing
Andie: what sleeping thing?
Me: you haven’t been sleeping well
Andie: damn it mom. Every time I mention one thing to you then you start worrying about it and then you get all upset and maybe I should just NEVER tell you anything.
Me: you say you can’t sleep all the time
Andie: not true
Andie: I just ONLY tell you when I can’t sleep but if you’re going to overreact I’ll never tell you anything
(RIGHT…like that’ll ever happen)
Me: ok, so I should never worry about sleep
Andie: it’s like the stupid anxiety thing
Me: no it’s not
Andie: like when you accused me of having an anxiety disorder and how I should have it taken care of because I’m stressed out
Me: ok, so I should never worry about your sleep or anxiety right?
Me: so when you call and tell me you’re exhausted I say “whatever bitch right?”
Me: but I don’t worry right?
Me: so you just call and whine and bitch and moan about things but I just am never supposed to worry
Me: and that’s because…?
Andie: because then when you worry I feel guilty and that makes everything worse
Me: ok, I no longer care that you have anxiety even though you don’t have anxiety and you don’t sleep even though you do sleep except when you want to bitch and moan about it right?
Andie: that’s not what I said
Me: yes it is
Me: so Andie, how are you doing?
So that’s a typical conversation with my daughter. Basically, no matter what I personally do, it’s the wrong things. So if you think it ever gets better as your kids grow up, think again.
Just saying …