Now that my son is a fully-fledged teenager in high school and everything, he's starting to be annoyed by me. I don't understand why. I mean, I was once a teen myself, and I'm sure I'm a lot less annoying than my mom ever was. Of course, Junior doesn't believe me. If you ask him, I was born an adult, ready to become a parent just so I could fulfill my lifetime goal of embarrassing my kid. And grandma? Oh, she rocks. How could she not? She lives 1800 miles away and gives him cool presents.
Anyway, to prepare for his descent into the teenage years, I have been reading tons of books on the subject. I have to say they're pretty dang depressing. Even worse, the books all indicate that I've already failed as a parent and I should just start saving for Junior's therapy because he's going to need it. In fact, my failures at parenting include, but unfortunately are not limited to, the following:
- I have had the utter and complete nerve to humiliate my son by speaking to him in public.