Mean Girls...

This next post was actually the inspiration behind the creation of my newest blog...
Here's to the Drama...
http://adayinthelifeofdrama.blogspot.com/
I'm devoting an entire blog to the daily drama of raising daughters.

For those of you raising girls I hope you can relate. For those of you looking for a good laugh or those simply needing a boost, Here's to the Drama...


Drama. That's right... drama. Raising girls brings on all sorts of drama.
So, the unthinkable happened over the weekend. My sweet Kayla unknowingly made some enemies. 3 "mean girls" as I like to refer to them. Actually I'd like to call them something else, but I'm practicing restraint.

Well, let me start by telling you that a boy was involved. I haven't figured out what to call him yet, so that's all I'm going to say about him. Kayla decided that this "boy" wasn't her caliber of guy and broke his heart by telling him to "get lost". Said boy got his little feelers hurt and took it upon himself to tell some of his friends (girls) that Kayla was talking about them behind their backs. You know the typical junior high drama.
So, over the weekend Kayla got a few phone calls and text messages (from the mean girls) telling her that they were going to beat her up at school on Monday. Yes, my sweet Kayla. The girl who befriends everyone and whose calling in life is to be a peacemaker.
My blood began to boil...
How dare someone even think of touching my little girl! I fantasized all weekend about going into the school on Monday and ripping their little heads off. Oh how I just wanted to straighten them out and wake them up! And all of this started because of a boy? Well he better watch out too!
Monday morning came and I pulled up to the school. My daughter got out of the car.
I just sat there in my car sick to my stomach. Do I go into the school and "snitch" on the 3 "meanies"? Do I let it go for the day and see if it all passes over? Do I just let Kayla handle it on her own? The last thing you want to do as the mother of a teenage girl is create a scene and add to the drama of everything.
So I pulled out my teenage instruction manual. Crap... NOBODY gave me one of those!!!
Well, Kayla in all her 14 year old wisdom turned to me and told me that she would handle it herself, but if they touched her she would go to the office. So there I was having to put my faith in my daughter's ability to reason with another teenage girl.
I prayed a lot that day.
I had to work, so every moment I could sneak away and check my phone I did.
Nothing all day long.
Finally about 1 o'clock I receive the message... mom I worked it out with them. I just talked to them and told them I wasn't going to fight with them and that I didn't say any of those things about them. I told them I didn't even know them, so why would I even be taking about them.
Let me just say first of all how PROUD I am of my daughter. Second, I'm incredibly grateful that this is the first time this has happened considering this is her last year of junior high. And third, that the drama of it all was short lived. Thank heaven!

Why do girls have to be so mean? And as for the boy... little punk!