Teenangster

           Originally, I was going to make this post be about tips for IEP season.  I plan on making that the next one.  (Totally adorable if you believe me.)   Then I was going to write one about survival tips for hospital stays.   I've done one or two before but a relative is inpatient right now so I was pondering it. (Feel better dude!)  But today we have had a semi normal day and I want to celebrate that.

            It started as an average school day for Feisty Pants.  She is fourteen now, so her school, whose curriculum includes what is known as "daily living activities" often includes doing things that simulate working life.  Today Feisty Pants worked at the "Prom Store"  The Prom Store is a simulated dress shop full of donated formal and semi formal attire where students going to the prom can choose an outfit to wear to said oh so important teenage occasion.  The kids get the items for free but there is whole process of going to the store and filling out some paperwork and then selecting/ trying on the dress, etc.   Apparently my kid had a frigging BLAST hosting her own little say yes to the dress event. (She gets that from her father. Seriously. I boycotted proms. Goo was a total prom skank.)  She had a communication device set up to ask if she could help,  to ask the students if they wanted to fill out a form, to say things, "Oh, you look nice"  or "How about this one?"    She even got asked to the prom by an older boy.  (You have to be sixteen to attend the prom at her school.)   She didn't mind- he was NOT the Boyfriend after all. 

            In fact, she a totally fine afternoon, in her opinion.  They even let her take a dress home too,  a black and gray spaghetti strap number with sequin embellishments.  All goth and girly at the same time.  Basically Feisty Pants' ideal dream attire. She was on a complete scored the best outfit high until someone asked Boyfriend Pants if he was going to go to the prom.  Boyfriend Pants is sixteen and can go.  WITHOUT Feisty Pants.  Who then decided the afternoon did suck after all.  And came home to tell me about it in NO uncertain terms.

             So, my fourteen year old girl had a totally adolescent day.  In which she had highs, thrills, lows, and outfit changes to match her mood swings.  And she complained a lot when she came home about it all.  And then demanded we buy her ice cream cake at the store the next day for her troubles.    Just like any other fourteen year old girl on the frigging planet!   I am officially calling this week a win and going to bed.   I wish you all peace, love, and ice cream cake.