The Struggle Is Real

 Before school, Lottie asked me if I'd feel well enough to

take her to get a Christmas outfit for her school dance after school.

I was thrilled she even asked me, and even if I was throwing up the

whole way to the mall, I wasn't going to miss this event!

BUT, Lottie is the most picky girl I know.

Basically, she wears black to school every day.

Black 

Black 

boring black.

I try to get her to branch out, to other colors,

but, like a true moody 8th grader, she is not buying it.

(When I was in 8th grade, I wore a lot of colorful vests.)

I made her try on this cute sweater, and when I say

I made her, I was in pregnancy tears begging her to just put it on

instead of the fourteenth black shirt.

So she did for 1.2 seconds and then ripped it off.

I got one little snapshot of her in it.

I thought if I could show a picture of her wearing it, she'd 

have a come-to-Jesus moment, see the errors of her teenage mind

and love it.  She did NOT.

We bought her a BLACK sweater and BLACK leggings.

How original. 

(I secretly put the sweater in my cart and bought it without her 

knowing.  I'm probably going to wrap it up and give it to her

for Christmas.)

Just call me Mother of the Year!

Then I threw up like five times on the way home.
Lottie is never going want to hang out with me ever again!