Teen’s alarm goes off. Teen shuts off alarm and goes back to sleep. Mom comes in and yells that said Teen has missed her schoolbus. Again.

Mom picks up Teen after school because Teen has to go to work early. Teen gets into car filled with angst and Emo sulkiness. Mom asked Teen about her new schedule because it is, of course the first week back at school after winter break. Teen responds in monosyllables and then says, “Why do you have to keep interrogating me? It’s just school!”

Mom informs Teen that she has every right to know about Teen’s life, and then Mom angrily turns on the radio and sings loudly to Barry Manilow’s “This One’s For You” (when Mom was a little girl, she used to fantasize about Barry Manilow being her father). When the song was over, Mom searches for other songs. When her favorite Panic! At the Disco song comes on, Teen says “Hey! That’s my song!” and Mom angrily turns off the radio. And then debates whether she is acting childishly.

On the way to work, Teen asks for dinner money. Mom asks why she didn’t get something to eat before leaving for work, and Teen snaps, “I was in a hurry! Gosh! What do you want me to do, starve?” Mom then replies that if Teen is going to speak to her in that tone of voice, Mom really does not care whether she starves. Teen says, “Nice attitude.”

At which point Mom considers pulling over the car and making her walk to work.

I feel like I’m living “Groundhog Day”.  Remember my morning anger problems? And don’t forget about the alarm clock blues. I am amazed that my life with Little One can shift from such sorrow to such aggravation.

However, I have learned that I am not the only mean mom in the world. Here’s another Mom who’s doing something similar with her teen’s car. Maybe I should change the car ad we’re running.

P.S. The teen car link is now fixed. Sorry!