Having your Mom apologize to you is an extremely odd feeling, and it's happened to me twice in the past week or so. The first time was Friday, when she apologized for being nasty because of a bad day. I was happy about my figuring out a way to go to the Ren Faire and the retreat, so I wanted to share, but she said "I don't want to talk about it right now." Later she said that it was hard for her to see me grow up, and that I could make good decisions. Go me.
The second time was this evening. Last night, she got extremely frustrated with me for not starting on my GoPo in a timely fashion, i.e, not soon enough to get it done on time, and yelled at me a bit. Not yelled yelled, but she said that if I didn't get the essay done, my party would be cancelled, and that I deserved the F I was going to get. And she apologized for being mad at me. I was taken a bit aback; I guess I'm just not really used to be treated like an adult. I'm not entirely sure I like the idea of working on being grown up, but there it is nonetheless. Sigh. I want to be six again sometimes. Six-year-olds don't get icky essays to write, and are allowed to sulk, and don't have to worry about complicated things like people coming to their parties that they didn't expressly invite. And they don't have to worry about French.
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