The second Coco walked in the door last night she asked for the WIFI password. Her laptop had never been online here and she had some school work to do (least that’s what she told me). She came here from an art thing of some sort and I told her how pretty she looked. I snapped this photo…
Directly afterward, she dropped to her knees like she’d been shot in the back and began crying. One of her best friends is changing schools. She wailed, “What am I going to do??” I felt awful for her, hugged her… and talked about how they can Facetime, etc. She was totally tore down — a mess.
It’s been a long, long time since I was her age so my memory could be skewed, but the girl drama I remember was more along the lines of, “Imma make her eat dirt!”
I remember friends moving away — heck, I vividly remember my friend Dianna Hughes that moved away and I haven’t seen her or heard from her since maybe 5th grade (ummm… that translates to the 60’s). I hated she moved, but it wasn’t like the end of the world or anything.
It’s tough being a girl.
It’s especially tough at my granddaughter’s age. She’ll be 13 next month and wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s incredibly dramatic even when she’s not faced with anything earth shattering. ❤️
I’m surrounded by girl drama!
These two are overly dramatic too… especially Merida. Every little thing is a big deal and causes them both to overreact. If I’m away for an hour they both act like it’s been a month since they laid eyes on me. And when people come here that they see often, they still act like a serial killer has chosen their house for nefarious activity. 🙄
TIL (Today I Learned): NASA engineers designed a make up kit because they thought female astronauts would want make up in space.