That's right, we've embarked on the seemingly endless journey of 'tween PMS.
Now just a few things happened before this. Adria was in the band. She was playing the snare drum.
These pictures are after her first lesson. In the second picture she is making out with her drum sticks. She was so happy. This is pretty much where the happiness ended. No practicing, skipping lessons, you know the usual. So....now she wants to play the saxophone. We shall see.
After that...it has all gone down hill. I first started noticing the crying, nay, weeping, at EVERYTHING. We are out of cocoa puffs...weeping. we need to get the mail....chin trembling. Her Kindle lost its charge FULL ON BAWLING.
Last week a conversation went like this.
A: where's my iPod?
M: I don't know. Where did you see it last?
A: it was in my room. I didn't take it out of there.
M: well Adria it didn't grow legs and walk away so I'm guessing it's in your room
A: grrrrrr. I HATE when you use that PHRASE!!!!! stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp *SLAM*
By the way. she found her iPod. It wasin her shoe. In her room