So I am switching to Prozac again. This will be the third or fourth time I've been on it.
In recent years I've just been cycling through various ADs, quiting those that wear off and going back on those years later after the worn-off-ishness has worn off.
The First Time My Daughter Told Me She Hated Me, I Bought Her a Cake.
“I need to buy a cake today,” I said. “and I’d like it to read, ‘You’re a fucking bitch, and I hate you,’ please.”
There was silence on the other end.
“Hello?” I asked.
“You’re serious?” they asked.
“Yes. Would you need a deposit? I’d need it for this afternoon.”
There was a pause. “The cakes we have ready in the case aren’t big enough for that.”
“Oh. OK. I guess just, ‘I hate you!’ would be good enough.”
Things to Release at a Wedding Ceremony
I'm going to guess butterflies and dragonflies at the same time is NOT in that list.
I am trying to wrap my head around parenthood that gives you food after you lash out at them, and I think it's basically not a Jamaica thing. I mean, of course you can't ruin the parental bond by saying that, but at 15 my parents had pretty free rein to make me miserable, and I was pretty conscientious about not giving them good excuses.
Much better to curse them behind their back, because then I don't have to pay any price.
So I wanted to make some kind of Nick Fury joke about "It's hard to look right/at you baby," (if you don't know the song, I won't mention it...) but it's his left eye that's not, huh?
I am assuming the "I hate you" cake works better with a 15 yo than 5 yo. A 5 yo would totally take that as affirmation.
I guess I wouldn't think a five year old would need affirmation that the relationship isn't ruined, but since I'm perplexed that a 15 year old would---no parenting cred here.
I do have to say, I prefer having my hair cut well short, but fuck, it's cold.
I am assuming the "I hate you" cake works better with a 15 yo than 5 yo. A 5 yo would totally take that as affirmation.
I think by 15, most kids are old enough to get the message and hopefully be happy enough with the free cake not to mind that their mom is making fun of them for being a teenager.
She wasn't making fun! She was reaffirming bonds.
Ha, I love the "I hate you!" cake, and I love her reasoning behind it too. Not every kid would take it the right way, but clearly her daughter did.
Rose got her first shots today, poor noodle. Man, those were hard cries to listen to. She's now been asleep for two and a half hours, though, so at least we've been able to relax a little afterwards.