I’m telling ya, she’s killing me.
My little Cake Boss. She’s become a girlie. Totally.
Nails. Brushing her hair for dance classes. Face timing. Trying on different clothes just to go to a supermarket. Spending 15 minutes in a soap store and not finding a single one she likes. Never ready on time.
All summer long, she asked if it was OK to go to the beach or something with her friends. I said no problem; just don’t do it at the last minute.
I even took her to two stores to buy a new bikini. Egads. She even asked me what color she should get to which I replied, “A warm color; I think purple looks best on you.”
So she buys a pink one. Why ask?? See, she’s killing me.
Oh… I said to get a beach towel since she had her pink Disney princesses towel since she was three. Plus, they were on sale. She said she didn’t need one.
I had my kids for two straight weeks this time… but she has dance five days a week plus the last two Saturdays were all day rehearsals. I had also promised to take my son to the range but my ex ruined my plans once again by interfering.
So this last Monday, my little Cake Boss – with the days now getting cooler – asked if she and two of her best friends could go to the beach. Again, I said sure but let me know now so we can be ready.
On Tuesday, I asked, “Brooke, so can your friends go?”
“Papa, I asked, OK? Just wait, OK?”
On Wednesday, I asked, “So Brooke, are they coming?”
“Papa… They haven’t gotten back to me so wait, OK? Sheesh!” Never mind they are classmates, BFF and spend all day together.
On Thursday, I asked, “Brooke. So what’s the story with the beach this Sunday?”
“Papa! I’ll let you know, OK??!”
On Friday, I asked, “Brooke… So is it on? Sunday’s the day after tomorrow!”
So guess what? After picking her up from rehearsal Saturday night and after eating dinner, she says, “Papa. So they’re coming at 11:30 TOMORROW (caps added) and we’re going to watch Godzilla afterwards… but K needs to be home by 6:30 PM.”
SO SUNDAY MORNING at 9:00 AM… Guess what? She coyly asks, “Papa… Can we go get a beach towel? Its kinda old now. Heh heh, heh.”
We’re off to Target to get a beach towel with her friends coming a little over two hours… October 1st is just a few days away. Who’s gonna have a beach towel let alone a one she likes???
We can’t find one, of course…and she gets mad at me.
We then we made a mad dash to Stater Bros. to get stuff to make hamburgers and BBQ for them afterwards… “Papa… Why do you have to rush?!
So her two BFF arrive and at 12, I say, “Brooke, you said you all wanted to watch Godzilla afterwards and K needs to be home by 6:30 so we need to go.”
“Papa, OK!! Just wait 30 seconds, OK?! Sheesh!”
Ten minutes. I’m waiting outside with the car loaded up. I go back inside. I find they’re still in her room… yakking away.
“Brooke! We need to go,” I yell through her door.
“Papa!!! We’re trying on clothes so just wait!”
Fifteen minutes. Sure is a long 30 seconds.
After 25 minutes… They are finally ready to leave and come out… but then she realizes she needs to “use the bathroom” and runs back into the house. Criminy!
Well, we finally made it to the beach around 1 PM… But in a little over an hour, she says, “OK, Papa. We’re ready to go home now because it’s getting a little cold.”
She’s killing me, I tell ya. But at least they saw three dolphins just 40 yards off the beach… and they had a great time.