I’ve always known I was a little egocentric, but the other day, I surprised even myself. They all say that there can only be one Queen in the house and if there’s another girl in that said house, there’s gonna be a fight for first, and let me tell you right now, it’s true. I really do try to be a good mother to both my daughter and son, but it’s so hard! And not in the way you’re thinking either! The girl is a ‘tween… need I say more? I’m soooo annoyed even now, just thinking about it! LOL! I really shouldn’t be because she’s Just-Like-Me, but that’s exactly why I think I’m so annoyed!! But that’s just a little theory I have about my “condition”.
So here’s the story… We were all at my cousin’s house after dinner when as soon as our asses touched down around the coffee table, she (my daughter) just started in on an endless stream of chatter about nothing in particular (in my very supreme opinion, that is) and would not shut up nor would she stop hogging center stage! I seriously could not get two words in before she’d cut me off mid-breath and start again! Oh… My… God, that got my blood pumpin’ hard! I started getting annoyed and began to give her my “death ray” expression hoping that would silence the non-stop chatter but NO, she noted, then Ignored my look and kept right on going, totally undeterred! (I think I may need to work on Laser Eyes instead, I may have heard that it works better…) My mental conversation to myself conducted in a high-pitched, highly offended tone was, “But I’m Queen Bee, and I’m always Queen Bee where ever I go!!! What the hell is going on? I’m so confused! Why the hell is she not shuttin’ up? I have such interesting things to say and this girl is not letting me say all those witty little tid-bits I have to bestow on my public’s listening ears!!!” I was getting more and more frustrated when I forced myself to get a grip and take a mental step back. I had to laugh, I was competing with my own daughter for the spotlight! Oh geez… I’m trying sooo hard to hang on to my position as Queen F’ing Bee but I think soon, it may be ripped forcefully from my Aged Hands. Why can’t I just be asked to Gracefully hand over the scepter? I’m thinking I may have to make some plans to oust the Junior Just-Like-Me Bee… hehe…he…he… No, really, I might just have to do that…. ^^ !