Now, do not get me wrong for a single second…I absolutely adore my Senior. After all, she has, from her very entrance into this world, made me smile. She has always been my “Little Bird,” in that she, from the time she hit this earth, was chirpy and happy and she made me smile. She was, after all, the first girl baby I ever had who actually just went to sleep like a little angel in her crib…after I’d put her down fully awake. I have a picture of it, actually, with my mom standing in awe, looking down at her third granddaughter…and it is one of my prized photographs.
Fact of the matter is, my little Kelly has always been such a happy spot for me. Regardless of her age.
Until this year.
Yes, she is a Senior and she has turned 17 this year, which means she is less the happy, chirpy little bird that makes me happy and more like a mean, flesh-hungry buzzard. For example, tonight I dispatched the Teacher to fetch her from the after party after the football game and I guess she had to wait one nanosecond longer than she felt was necessary…
and was not one bit happy about it.
now, keep in mind, we needed to get the Senior in bed at a reasonable hour because she is taking the SAT in the morning….
That said, you’d think the Senior would want to hit the sack as early as possible after the football game…
Yet…not so much.
Yes, before I got her all tucked in, I had to decompress all her fussy feelings about how the pickup by the Teacher went. Before i got her tucked, we had to procure pencils that weren’t mechanical and a graphing calculator…
we got all those things in place and in the morning, at 7 FREAKING AM, i will be up and making some sort of nutritional breakfast for the Senior before she goes to take the SAT.
Which means that i must take my old ass inside…
cuz, one more time, I’m going to be up early thirty, feeding the Senior a somewhat nutritious breakfast before she goes and tackles the SAT
night y’all…7 a.m. is going to come early
