My Kid Is an Asshole and So Is My Dog
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My Kid Is an Asshole, and So Is My Dog
-- a comedic look at the drama of raising a teenage girl
I just returned from the mall after school shopping with my soon-to-be sophomore and her friend. I now understand why fathers opt to go camping, roll around in elk urine, and shit in a hole rather than go to the mall three days before school starts. As if the crowds weren't bad enough, my girl decided to wear a flannel that hung lower than her shorts, making it appear that she was walking around naked from the waist down.
She was flocked by sales people, who, I am sure, were calculating their commissions in their heads. I mean, why not? Everybody wants to help the girl who arrives pant-less. Obviously, she needs clothes.
We're not home half an hour and the vodka I poured for myself is only half gone when she yells down from her room, "Mom, have you seen my push up bra? Maybe we need to go back to the mall."
It's the moments like these where I'm convinced raising a teen is bullshit, and I wonder if we'll ever come out on the other side even speaking to one another. Pass the vodka.
There aren't enough warnings in the world for raising teenage girls. Although my mom swears my daughter takes after me, so it's karma.
Is it karma that I've got two barking dogs? It must be. Have you ever heard a shiu-tzu bark? I have. Over and over. They think they're coyotes. I swear. And right now, they're wrestling over some stuffed animal, which is surely about to fling open, so I can pick up little beads all over the carpet while drinking my vodka. No wait. They stopped. One of them had to drag its ass across the floor. Epic.
It's in the little moments where I earn my parenting badges—the faded stretch marks.
Ruff, ruff!
If this is my karma for being such an asshole to my mom, maybe we can get through this too. And if she pays attention in English, instead of scouting for a prom date, she can learn to write her own book—the sequel to this: My Mom Is an Asshole, but Not My Dog.
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My Kid Is an Asshole and So Is My Dog - Diana Stefano
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Diana Stefano
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My Kid Is an Asshole, and So Is My Dog/Stefano.—1st ed.
For Stephen, Savanna, Shane and Kaitlyn
Maybe Karl & Cletus, too
Thanks for giving me a life full of love, laughter, chaos and making every day an adventure. Oh, and thanks for the material for this book. I think.
I love you guys.
This is a humor book.
If you don’t have a sense of humor, do not read this book.
I repeat, if you do not have a sense of humor, do not read this book.
If colorful language bothers you, do not read this book.
If you are looking for actual parenting advice:
Get your tubes tied.
Yes, I said it, and I know you want to, too.
My kid is an asshole. No, I’m serious. Put the book down right now if you don’t like cussing, because it’s about to be thrown at you like a monkey throwing shit when it’s mad. You’ve been forewarned. But, then again, the title should have given it away.
I just had a conversation with my 15-year-old daughter. Basically, it’s about her grades. She doesn’t like it when I harp on her. I don’t like it when her grades suck, so you can imagine how those conversations go. But this one. Yes, this one. It’s a gem. I think I’ll write it down and put it in her special box
alongside her grade school art and achievements and pull it out when I need a reminder of why I’m so fucking thankful I had a hysterectomy four years ago. I simply informed her, very matter-of-fact, that she could not get her driver’s license until all of her grades were passing. Her response?
Okay, well, after the time where I could have got my license, and I should be driving, then you can’t complain anymore about having to drive me around since I should be driving myself.
Wait. What? I can’t complain because you should have your driver’s license but don’t have it because you’re not getting with the program? Um, okay. Challenge accepted, sister. Listen up, Princess, not only will I complain (if I ever even let you back in the car), but I will also remind you at every red light why you’re not driving on your own, and I will, yes I will, subject you to Neil Diamond’s greatest hits while I sing along loud and proud with the sunroof open and windows down. Thirty degrees out? Don’t care. Bring a jacket. Maybe a scarf. Friends watching? Hmmm. I’ve always loved an audience. Bring it.
She wasn’t always like this. No, she wasn’t always condescending or stubborn and she didn’t always have to have it her way. After all, she has probably heard the phrase, This isn’t Burger King, you don’t get it your way,
more times than she can count. She was sweet at one point. Loving. She cuddled. She wanted me to watch her when she did something cool. She wore leggings and silk-screened t-shirts that I picked out. And she loved them, or at least she pretended she did. She sang to me. She read to me. She did well in school. She was an athlete.
Then somewhere along the line, she just became an asshole. It was like as soon as she realized the tooth fairy wasn’t real, she got a dose of the hormone fairy which WAS real and let me tell you—the hormone fairy is an asshole, too. I wonder if I leave a dollar under her pillow when she’s PMSing if the fairy will wave a magic wand and make it go away, but I doubt it. I don’t think there’s a cure for this. She’s the long-awaited karma my mother wished on me when I was sixteen. Well played, Mom. Well played. PS: I’m sending her to live with you for the summer. And she’s bringing the damn dogs.
Speaking of dogs, I can’t count how many times I’ve had to pick up the trash after they’ve tipped it over. And I swear, I can’t even have people over anymore because, did you know, Shih Tzus can jump? Not only can they jump, but they can head butt you too. I’m just not sure I have enough homeowner’s insurance to handle the claims anymore.
I’m surrounded by assholes. Big ones, little ones, girl ones, boy ones, furry ones. You get the picture.
Now, before you all have a collective heart attack about what an asshole I am, I will admit that I was that
teenager too. So, she comes by it naturally. It’s hereditary, I think. Although, I had another daughter who wasn’t quite this assholic. So, I can pride myself there. Maybe because she was the first born. Maybe it skips a generation.
Fuck, I don’t know. But what I know now is my mini-me is a terrorist. A full-blown terrorist.
And, just a caveat, I don’t really have the answers here. If you’re looking for a solution to this problem, you might want to go pick up a book by somebody with a PhD or some shit. Because that’s not me. All I can do is share my story and hope that if it hits home with you, you know you’re not alone. All the Pinterest moms can suck it. I am too busy making sure my kid gets her shit together and lives a productive life to sew together all her old t-shirts in a heart on a quilt to remind her of the good old days that will just end up on a heap on her floor anyway. The closest I come to shit like that is slapping a pretzel stick in a peanut butter cup on Halloween and calling it a witch’s broom. Okay, I *might* make her meatloaf on October 31st that looks like a rat, too. See, I am a good mom.
Seriously, though. I thought my experience as a horrible teenager would lend me a hand when I had to deal with my own. I was wrong. This is a whole new breed. It’s like the young vampires in Twilight.
They’re stronger. They’re faster. They’re mouthier. They have social media to contend with. The schools give them way too many breaks. They have too many choices. They are treated with kid gloves way too much. Dr. Spock is an asshole too, by the way. My generation learned from him that parents shouldn’t step on our itty-bitty toes. Well, guess what? We’ve produced a new generation