IT'S FRIDAY!

Thank God it is Friday. I am soooooo exhausted. BUT I will not be getting much rest this weekend because Ben and I are going to Memphis with some friends to see Widespread Panic. If you do not know this band, you are missing out. They are amazing.

Rachel has had Strep Throat and is FINALLY feeling better. For 2 nights I sat up all night rocking my sweet little angel while she battled a fever of 103. I hate it when my babies are sick. It just breaks my heart. In case you aren't aware of how beautiful and sweet she actually is, check this out!

















Zack starts school in another week. My little man is going to be in Middle School! OMG, where has all the time gone? I remember when he was just learning to walk, and write his name, now he is going to MIDDLE SCHOOL! Speaking of school...... Zack and I had a major discussion on clothes this week. I think that I am a "cool" mom and I try to be understanding of his feelings and such. BUT there are some things that we do not agree on, and lately it seems to be clothes.

Zack has been "experimenting" with skateboards. He has gotten pretty good. Of course I support my children in any activity that they are interested in. As a surprise I just bought him a new skateboard. A really COOL skateboard at that. I almost passed out when I discovered this board cost $75 bucks WITHOUT freaking wheels! He loved it and I , once again was the greatest mom in the world.

As of yesterday, not only am I NOT the greatest mom in the world anymore, but I am no longer COOL. That's right folks. I have been dethroned. My son decided that he wanted to buy jeans that hang off his ass, the bottoms completely cover his feet, and the pockets go all the way down the back of his legs. Plus, lets not forget the T-shirt that is 100 times to freaking big for his ass. And what "ensemble" would be complete with the WHITE & GREEN paten leather shoes?? WTF EVER. Hell no. Not happening!

Now, please remember that Zack IS his mothers son. Which explains the following conversation.

Me: Zackary, those clothes are not appropriate for school. NO

Zack: MOM, times have changed.

Me: I don't care! NO

Zack: Why can't I choose my own clothes?

Me: Because they are not appropriate, that's WHY.

Zack: You need to learn to let me be an individual and EXPRESS my individuality.

Me: WHAT???????

Zack: Everyone is not the same, MOM. That's what makes this world what it is. People are
different. People get to choose who they are, its called being an American.

Me: WHAT?????????

Zack: Why can't I buy what I want to buy without asking YOU!

Me: Oh, you want to buy your own clothes?

Zack: Yeah, I wanna buy what I want. What I like and feel comfortable in. You dress me like a
dork.

Me: Oh, I'm sorry. Please baby. Knock your little self out. You are more than welcome to buy your own clothes. Take off. I can't wait to see what you come back with. Don't forget to try on everything!

Zack: WHAT???????

Me: Go. Go buy your own clothes.

Zack: Mom, I don't have any money.

Me: Go get a job.

Zack: WHAT???????

Me: Oh, that's right. Your still a child. You can't get a job, huh?

Zack: Uhhhh, NO!

Me: Then I suggest you get a cup and a shirt that says "burn victim", stand at the intersection and see how much you collect.

Zack: Grrrr, your not funny MOM.

Me: hahahahahaha, I beg to differ. I am funny and cool.

Zack: No you are not. You USE to be cool. Now, your just bossy. You don't have the right to tell
me what I can and can't wear.

Me: WHAT???

Zack: I

Me: Hush your mouth! I am not threw responding to your last comment. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO LIKE THAT????

Zack: Your not being fair. Do I come in your room and tell you what to wear to work???

Me: *taking a deep breath*

Me: Have you completely lost your mind, Zackary Taylor? I am grown. You are not. When you
are able to BUY your own clothes then you can BUY anything you choose. But until that time, YOU WILL WEAR WHAT I FIND APPROPRIATE. Understand? Now, I am not sure where you found those attitude pills that you apparently took but for your own well being you better not take anymore.

Zack: You are not being fair mom. Why can't you let me be an individual? I have a right to have my own style! Why can't you stop treating me like a baby?

Me: An individual? A baby?

Zack: Yeah, you always have to have everything your way! I HAVE THE RIGHT TO WEAR WHATEVER I WANT TO.

Me: *biting lip with frustration* Ok, you win. You can wear anything that you want to wear. As a matter of fact, why don't you go pick out exactly what you plan on wearing the first day of school.

Zack: *grinning with pride from victory* Thanks mom! Can we go to the Underground in the mall first?

Me: Oh, no! You can go to ZC's and pick out your clothes.

Zack: WHAT??? Mom, I have never heard of ZC's!

Me: Really? Well, let me explain what ZC stands for!

Zack: *look of confusion*

Me: ZACK'S CLOSET!

Zack: WHAT?????? My closet?

Me: Yep, your shopping spree just got cancelled. Instead, I will be spending your school shopping money on therapy for you, because it is apparent that you have lost your ever loving mind talking to me this way. I am your mother and you will not EVER speak to me like that again. IS that understood?

Zack: yes'mam. *walks off to pout*

Now, I understand that children are not all the same and some like things that others don't and blah blah blah. That's all fine and dandy, but my children will not dress in anything that I find inappropriate. I don't give a shit who agrees with me or not. That's just how shit is in my world. I see kids in the mall wearing shit that quite frankly frightens me, and my son is not wearing that shit. I have seen girls wearing skirts that barely cover their asses. WHo bought this shit? I sure as hell hope that a parent didn't. If Rachel ever even thinks about dressing like that, I will be forced to bring her back to reality with any means necessary. I am a firm believer that you mold your children in the way you want them to be and when the choice is their's to make they will make the right one.

With that being said, I do not find 11 an adequate age to make that choice. If I am wrong then I will just have to be wrong. So please note that as of now I am no longer the coolest mom in the world. But I am still the coolest bitch!