CyranoJones
<font color=navy>Here come the Men in Kilts...</fo
- Joined
- Dec 3, 2001
So my daughter decided to go out and get drunk last night. She thought I couldn't figure what she was planning. God knows, I was never 18.
She comes in a little before her curfew and I'm on the couch watching TV. I notice it is taking her a long time to get her boots off. I ask if she had been drinking....oh no, Mom. Yeah, right!! She goes to get changed and comes down trying to act all normal like you do when you're drunk. By this time I'm just trying not to laugh. I ask how much did she drink...well that she understood. She starts talking and she's slurring her words and I do start laughing. I told her to go to bed and that I did not want to hear one complaint from her in the morning when she got up.
So she's pretty hung over right now. I think she's done puking and she has a bad headache. She said mom, I don't think I'll be drinking like that again for a long, long time. I said isn't it glamourous and cool to be hanging over the toilet. Nothing quite as dignified as worshipping the porcelain god.
Am I upset...yes, but not hysterically so. Angry? Not really. I was no paragon of virtue at 18 either. Punishment? I don't think I could possibly punish her more than her body is punishing her right now. Do I hope she learned a lesson? Yes, I think she has, at least as well as an 18 year old can. And at least she had the good sense not to take the car last night. That was her one wise decision for the evening.
Oy!
She comes in a little before her curfew and I'm on the couch watching TV. I notice it is taking her a long time to get her boots off. I ask if she had been drinking....oh no, Mom. Yeah, right!! She goes to get changed and comes down trying to act all normal like you do when you're drunk. By this time I'm just trying not to laugh. I ask how much did she drink...well that she understood. She starts talking and she's slurring her words and I do start laughing. I told her to go to bed and that I did not want to hear one complaint from her in the morning when she got up.
So she's pretty hung over right now. I think she's done puking and she has a bad headache. She said mom, I don't think I'll be drinking like that again for a long, long time. I said isn't it glamourous and cool to be hanging over the toilet. Nothing quite as dignified as worshipping the porcelain god.
Am I upset...yes, but not hysterically so. Angry? Not really. I was no paragon of virtue at 18 either. Punishment? I don't think I could possibly punish her more than her body is punishing her right now. Do I hope she learned a lesson? Yes, I think she has, at least as well as an 18 year old can. And at least she had the good sense not to take the car last night. That was her one wise decision for the evening.
Oy!