Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I'm all for getting involved in your kid's lives, but ladies quit while you're ahead.

My sister works for a huge retail store and like most people who have worked the service industry, we have heard it all. If you've worked at a restaurant, we know about allergic reactions, there is no need to go into to detail about swelling, order your damn food and get out. If you've worked at a hair salon, we know if you've used cheap dye. If you've worked in a doctor's office we know what an emergency is and we know that if you are really sick you will take whatever appointment we can give you, no matter if it interferes with little Sally's tap lessons. And if you have worked retail, we have definitely seen and heard it all.

However, one thing I have never heard is "Before I check out, let me call my daughter's friend to make sure she will like this one". WTF? Since when is it okay for moms to act like her daughter's friends are her friends? If anything she should call another mom to make sure, not her friend directly. I'm sorry lady, but you belong on a list for the socially retarded. It is never cool for moms to break the code of teenagers*. (**Code of Teenagers: Parents are not your friends.**)If it's the wrong one, oh well, most teenagers think their moms are crazy and wouldn't be surprised if you screwed up her holiday wish list.

My point is give your kids some space, let them have a private life, and secretly keep tabs on them, the old fashioned way. Spy on them, listen to them when they are talking to you, or just talk to the other moms. Give them space, but if suspect your kid is a big hoe bag, or a druggie, of course you should intervene, but seriously ladies, if you think your a cool hip mom, it doesn't matter how new your boobs are, or how old your surgeon told you you look, you are still a mom and they are still just kids. Get your own friends your own age, Dena Lohan(s)!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

lol!

i should clarify though, the customer was asking about a required reading book and wasn't sure on the version (that sucks you have to get the *right one.* so much for teachers encouraging individuality... boo). this actually makes the situation even worse because it's your own child's academic curriculum.

the moral of the story is to ask your bloody kid and not his/her BFF! that's just plain stupid on your part for have the friend's name in your cell phone in the first place. even i know that and i don't even have kids. for that i'm going to watch 'mean girls' and laugh diabolically.