Haus Frau = SUV. It's a suburban rule. (yes, a grocery grabber.... aka.... mini van will substitute nicely)
So, my 11 year old has graduated to the front seat. Now before you get all high and mighty on me about car seat rules and regulations, I checked with my pediatrician and she has reached the correct weight/height to ride co-pilot with me. At first it was a tad annoying. The side seat has always been for my pocket book, gloves, papers, water bottle and other miscellaneous crap...not for kids. Ahhhhhh, alas, all that has changed my friends, and changed for good. The wee lass is now my official side kick/aka/co-pilot de jour. Guess what.... It's working out great. She hands me my money for coffee, she gets out to get the mail from the stupid neighborhood mail box (that's another blog for another day), she is my go-to girl when picking up her sibling(s) from a friends house (I sit in the car and she runs up and rings the bell, does the regulatory mommy chat with the other mommy, gets said sibling into shoes, coat etc....and again, I sit on my lazy ass)....and most important....DRUM ROLL PLEASE.....the three of them are now and forever separated so there is significantly less squabbling and fisticuffs over who sits where and who is touching who and blah, blah, blah.
Now it's time for the drawback. She is 11. She loves that tinkling, semi-rhythmic crap music that is played 40,000 times over on pop radio.
She....thinks.......she.........is........righteously....in ......control......of.......MY.........radio!!!
WTF?????!!!!!!!
For many years I have prided myself on playing what I want in my car. Never once, and I repeat....NEVER, did I play Sesame Street loves to party, or Barney wants to come over and play doctor, or Cock-a-doodle-doo you smell like a poo, or the worst, absolute WORST....Radio Disney. Nope, never once. My shorties, since birth, have been listening to everything from U2, to Led Zeppelin, to Bach, to the Foo Fighters to Fergie. (exception - Janis Joplin......see my profile for further explanation.) I believe in a rockin childhood. They get enough share and share alike and all that other pc crap from TV....why the hell do they need to hear it from a song....from MY car radio? And more importantly, why do I need to hear it? AARRGGHH!
But I digress.....So now, said 11 year old is taking over on the dial. I gently attempt to coach her toward the good stuff, but surprise surprise.....she thinks NOT. So here is the dumper on having her as my co-pilot........I gotta give a little on the music thing. It's been 11 years of rockin mommy time. I suppose I could give a little on this one.......BUT.........I have a sneaking suspicion that this is .......... JUST THE BEGINNING.
Crank it up Haus Fraus and ROCK ON!
6 comments:
I have one thing to say....."she had them apple bottom jeans, boots with the furrrr...the whole club was looking at herrrr..she hit the flo', next thing you know, shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low!!".....gimme my seventies rock any day!! :)
you forgot "she gave that big bootie a slam".....ugh.
that would be "smack"....God forbid I get any of the words wrong on these songs (?)....because when I do, I get the old, "Mom, you think you're so cool".....ugh is right!! Have yourself a PEACEFUL day!!
My kids scream in pain when I try to play My Chemical Romance in the car... other than that, we play the DVD. No complaints there.
Mr. Fruity rode with the school carpool recently and impressed the heck out of the hypercool high school girl with his in depth knowledge of My Chemical Romance. She actually popped one ipod earbud out long enough to breath, "My FRIENDS don't even know about them."
Non-Fruit Sister, you KICK ASS! You should have seen me at the MCR concert in Worcester, I was COOL (in my own mind that is, I'm sure I was totally queer to all the kids in the audience!)
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