This morning I was on the phone with someone at the middle school about an issue with Chickadee’s schedule, and said person was very kind and patient but basically let me know that it was time to, you know, cut the cord already because my child is fine and I need to relax.
Then this afternoon I went looking for some things to complete her assortment of uniform items for school, and the only place I was able to find the plain black leggings she NEEDS, MOM, was in the Juniors section, so I bought them, and brought them home, and gave her a long speech about how they will probably be too big and she can grow into them and—they fit fine. You know, on her legs that DON’T NEED MY INTERFERENCE.
I think I need a moment. Also, she is SO GROUNDED.