In addition to my regular job I am now a professional chauffeur and banker. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks last weekend and this week only confirmed it. In other words, I am the mother of a teenager.
Here's the job description: feed and clothe child growing faster than a weed, drive to sundry activities and social engagements at all hours, dispense money for said activities and social engagements, change work hours to accommodate teenager's schedule, dispense money, monitor homework in subjects for which I have no abilities (physics, anyone?), cajole teenager out of bed before 11am, dispense money, drive to another engagement, act like a cool mom in front of teenager's friends, dispense money, then wait for the phone call saying "you can pick me up now." The hours are rotten, the pay is even worse. Job requires flexibility, mental gymnastics, cash, emotional acuity, nerves of steel, a valid drivers license, acting skills, some cooking abilities, and a healthy dose of humor. Benefits are limited to love but only when teenager's friends are not around. Working conditions ...
Whoops! I need to cut this short. The teenager is calling for his chauffeur. Must leave a little early so there's time to swing by the ATM, too. Toodles!
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