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She's gonna be a teenager!

It hit me, I am officially the parent of a preteen daughter.  Apparently, this is where my usually sweet and loving Barbie Jr. turns everything into a dramatic event.  Of course, I still love her dearly and usually around bedtime, my sweet and cuddly daughter returns, but it's those in between times that I have to take a moment to pray for my strength.

This weeks drama includes, "Mom and Ms. Ken do not understand fashion", "it's not fair" and "but you said...".  Ms. Ken (aka Ken's girlfriend) and I apparently fail to be cool and just don't understand what the kids are wearing these days since apparently NEITHER of us approve of belly shirts.  The only person that can get away with a belly shirt is Winnie The Pooh and even that one is questionable.

It's not fair because she was able to go shopping with her dad over the weekend and ol' mom can't afford to go shopping.  Ol' mom does not get hand me downs from people like dad's household does.  And I'm glad they do, I just am not fortunate enough to know people who have kids growing out of the size she needs.

I say a lot of things.  And I need to keep in mind little ears forget NOTHING.  Easter weekend the computer crashed and *I SAID* I would see about getting it fixed.  I didn't.  But *I SAID* I would.  Well, I also didn't realize I would have unexpected expense and wouldn't be able to afford to get it fixed.

It will be okay.  I forsee an increase in my Celexa and taking Xanax on a regular basis in my upcoming years!  At the end of the day, I'm still thankful to have such a beautiful, usually sweet, always hilarious, healthy baby girl. (she'll always be my baby girl)

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