Me: “Hey, sorry we couldn’t get together this afternoon. We had just gotten into town when you called and we were trying to get the rental car, check in and get rodeo tickets, so I wasn’t sure of our schedule. So how about going out with us tonight? We’ll pick you up and you can just hang out with us while we check out what’s going on around town.”
The Kid: “No, thanks. I’m in bed, reading.”
(Huh?) It’s 10:00 pm and we are in Las Vegas!
Me: “Come on. Get up. ”
The Kid: “I’m too tired and I have to be up early for a meeting. I’m working here, you know.”
Me: “ You told me you took a three hour nap this afternoon. Get your butt out of bed and let’s go have some fun. We won’t be that late.”
The Kid: “I have a 7:00 am meeting and I have to look like I know what I’m talking about (or something along those lines…)”
Me, figuring in my head, sleep 1:00 am – 6:00 am is 5 hrs. plus 3 hrs. from earlier equals 8 hrs. (right?): “How much sleep do you need? Get your butt up and come meet us!”
The Kid: “I’m older, Mom. I need sleep.”
Me (Huh?): “I’m still 20 some years OLDER than you! How much sleep do you need?”
We won’t discuss that answer, but I actually LOST that argument. She refused to meet us.
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You don’t want to go up the Eiffel Tower with us?
Whose daughter could say ‘No’ two days in a row? GunDiva, that’s who! OK, maybe it wasn’t Paris, France, but we thought she could trot along with us on our adventure. After all, we had gone to her hotel to watch the rodeo, so she could join us after her mandatory dinner. Had a great time there; we were given a primo table to watch from and GunDiva only missed the first event, bareback riding. Afterward, we were all psyched to walk a few blocks to Paris and go up the Tower to watch the Belagio fountains.
But guess who decided she needed sleep so she could be responsible at her work meetings the next day? Where did this child of mine come from? Where did I fail her? Well, OK, I’m pretty proud of her and she’s not much of a child anymore….but, dang, it’s Vegas. Maybe next year….