So I was blow drying my hair, the longest it has been in YEARS. Why you ask? I decided when I was 40 I would grow it out one last time...and give it to "lock's of love"(Sp?) The hair annoys me mostly. It takes so much more time to get ready. I am not a good blow dryer. When I had long hair before some one did it for me..not so bad. The good thing about long hair is ya can put it into a ponytail....my favorite.
Anyhow, as I was blow drying my hair after nearly an hour of air drying..I have a ton of hair, I thought about my daughter. I thought about how hard it is to try to spend time with her. She is older, a freshman in college, has a job, a b/f that I think is GREAT for her.
Why is it so hard for us to make a date?
We went out for my b-day on Friday. We went to dinner early upon her request. I have to admit she was right on that one. The show, which was amazing, went longer than I thought it would.
I feel she takes on too much responsibility at her dad's house w/her younger brothers. Which is the agreement that they will pay for half of college.
I have been busting my ass at work to put tires on her car, give her a computer at graduation, and toss her a few hundred here and there. I will continue to do so.
My question is why is it so hard to be a part of my DD life? I know, I know...she is sprouting wings to fly. Is is so bad to fly to me every once in a while?
Anyhow, as I was blow drying my hair after nearly an hour of air drying..I have a ton of hair, I thought about my daughter. I thought about how hard it is to try to spend time with her. She is older, a freshman in college, has a job, a b/f that I think is GREAT for her.
Why is it so hard for us to make a date?
We went out for my b-day on Friday. We went to dinner early upon her request. I have to admit she was right on that one. The show, which was amazing, went longer than I thought it would.
I feel she takes on too much responsibility at her dad's house w/her younger brothers. Which is the agreement that they will pay for half of college.
I have been busting my ass at work to put tires on her car, give her a computer at graduation, and toss her a few hundred here and there. I will continue to do so.
My question is why is it so hard to be a part of my DD life? I know, I know...she is sprouting wings to fly. Is is so bad to fly to me every once in a while?
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