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November 20, 2004

Late Night, Early Morn

A couple of posts ago I mentioned Miss Priss being the victim of an on again, off again friendship...at the ripe 'ol age of 8. It would seem that one Miss Drama Queen has proclaimed herself most popular in the class, and therefore it is her job to play the part.

She has chosen Miss Priss and one Other Friend as her cronies, and she alternates between the two. One is befriended and one is mocked or isolated one week, then the next week she switches.

I know the girl. I know her mama. I LIKE her mama! This sucks. She's a normal kid in front of me.

Well....I decided it was high time to have Other Friend over, so that they could bond sans Drama Queen. Besides, I also figured that'd be the best way to get the whole story.

Other Friend confirmed the entire vicious cycle, looking pitiful as she described the days she is not spoken to, as punishment for various offenses, such as revealing the cost of Drama Queen's $8 sunglasses, after DQ had bragged to the class that she'd spent $100 on them.

She also said that Drama Queen had told the two of them that the three of them were just like the girls in Mean Girls.

Do I have to friggin home school my kid? Parents, don't let your little girls watch that damn movie! (Not at age 8 anyway...)

The sleepover was a success. These two get along beautifully. They stayed up too late, got up too early, and are currently outside in their pj's collecting bugs.

And amazingly enough, they've gotten more sleep than I have. My foster son chose a hell of a convenient time to pick up a projectile vomiting habit. That combined with an affinity for puking in bed, then rolling around in it, left me with the task of giving two baths (the last after midnight) and changing sheets twice. And now my joy is quarantine duty, even as I hope that this was only a reaction to some medicine I had just given him.

Gawd, I hope I don't send someone else's kid home with demon-possessed, head-spinning projectile vomiting...

posted by Key on 08:55 AM | Comments (15)

Key, don't get pissed, but I swear, I think this "mode" is gender related. I've got one with indoor plumbing, and one with outdoor plumbing and it seems that the one with indoor goes through this crap 'bout, well, most of the time. It's a woman thing. Outdoor plumbing gener could care less with stuff like that. You could call my boy a straight up asshole, and his reply would be, you're.just.jealous.

Posted by: RedNeck at November 20, 2004 12:05 PM

No offense taken, Red. ; )

Yes we are more complicated. You think we LIKE it that way? We don't like it any more than you men like your beer bellies and receding hairlines!

Uggh. The drama sucks. Try having a no-nonsense personality, yet being stuck in a female body. It'd be almost comical if on outings, I weren't the one stuck in the kitchen listening to labor detail, while the husband gets to park his ass on the comfy leather and watch a 3rd and short interception in the red zone.

Getting stuck with age 8 soap opera detail...whew...whole nuther ballgame, give me the gruelling labor stories any day over this!

Posted by: Key at November 20, 2004 09:19 PM

I would pay five dollars to get stuck in a female body. Unless, of course, they put the spray hose on me to unstick me. Sorry. Grew up with too many dogs.

Posted by: Velociman at November 20, 2004 10:54 PM

Well, I could tell you a story about Steve who it seems is really Janet and loves being Janet and who, when she was Steve was hetero but now that she's Janet is homo (lesbian) but without the necessary plumbing changes. What we wind up with is a guy who takes hormone treatments to have little tiny breasts (swellings really), speaks in a falsetto, has really bad personal hygiene, always wears high heels and short skirts, still likes women and makes Klinger from MASH look like Marilyn Monroe.

Oh and did I mention "she" smells? I could go on but I'd like to keep my Zone bar down.

This is apropo of nothing I guess except one shouldn't whine about being stuck in a female body until you've walked a mile in Janet's shoes. ;-)

Posted by: Jesse at November 21, 2004 07:48 AM

Wow...okay. But it's not like I'm TRYING to be a man, or anything. (Even with my height and broad shoulders, it would likely be an equally poor transformation.)

And I'm not even saying you guys have it easier in all categories, but you SURE AS HELL do in the social life area. And that's just fact.

Posted by: Key at November 21, 2004 10:01 AM

I'd give 10 Vman.

Posted by: RedNeck at November 21, 2004 03:27 PM

I remember well the cruel little tricks and games that girls play. And, I remember proudly the times that I stood my ground when they acted like little queens.

Just tell your daughter that, friends, even good friends, will come and go. The memory of standing up for herself, of holding her ground, will be with her forever.

Posted by: jmflynny at November 21, 2004 05:25 PM

Right you are. Thanks for that. She's actually pretty good at that, for an eight year old.

But when she's hit by someone who claims to be her friend, she has to recover from the stun factor...and that can take a day or two or ten...

Posted by: Key at November 21, 2004 10:55 PM

Yet another reason why I'm glad I have two boys and not two girls. I'd be SO out of my element :)

Posted by: Chablis at November 22, 2004 05:53 AM

I am *so* glad I had a boy. I don't have to deal with any of that. I remember being a little shit myself in school, playing head games with the other girls. My mom always said "I hope you have 5 girls JUST LIKE YOU." Thank God I didn't.
My son is 15, and once in a great while he and a friend will have a disagreement. They go their separate ways for a while, and next thing you know my son asks me for a ride to go fishing with the friend he hasn't seen in a while. If only it could be that easy with girls. Good luck, it'll pass.

Posted by: Alaska Kim at November 22, 2004 01:13 PM

I beg to differ with Red on the gender specific-ness of this phenomenon. At least gender speaking; it does occur at a later age.

My youngest is 13 -- and within his circle of cronies, there is one "picked on" on a weekly basis. I admit, it's not as deadly to their friendship, but they pick on one another in nearly the same fashion -- one is on the outs at a time. Thus far, they've pared down the core group to between 3 and 5 members. Fortunately for me, my son is headstrong (I can't believe I said that) and he has friends in all of his school-related social groups.

If it weren't for the fact that their "leader" is a good kid (for the most part) I'd kibosh the whole thing. Eh. The best I can do is remind my boy that Group Mentality, while seductive, is not, generally speaking, right.


Wake me when both my boys are 25, mkay?

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