Not. So. Much. Here is the thing. I used to OWN my car. I used to not have piles of trash in it that were so disgusting not even the rats wanted to enter. I used to not have goldfish and French fries that created cures for infections they existed so long in the crevices. I used to drive a car that didn’t smell like a high school locker room. As bad as all of that is? I could deal with it. Heck, it made me feel like I was doing something right raising boys.
But now? Something unspeakable has happened.
They are trying to take the one and only shining moment of the 50 miles a day I drive in a seven mile radius for their sweaty, French fry crunching, goldfish spilling butts. They want to control my music.
Hells to the NO.
“This is my car and I will listen to the music I want to listen to,” I proclaimed today. “I give you everything I have and all I ask is this one tiny thing as I cater to your every need all day long,” I continue aware that I am now sounding needy and they have already covered their ears to fend off the sound of my XMRadio station Blend which is currently playing Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow’s, I Put Your Picture Away. Which I LOVE. Don’t judge me.
I crank my music a little louder feeling proud of my ability to stand strong. I will listen to my music. In. My. Car. And? There is nothing their teenage, eye rolling, ear covering butts can do about it.
“KILL ME NOW,” Keenan wails.
“Please make it stop. It’s HORRIBLE,” Noah responds.
Both are still covering their ears.
I crank the music even louder to drown out their pathetic whining and to prove to them that I WILL win this one.
“This music is miserable. Who listens to this crap?” Keenan yells trying to outdo the music and you know, his ears are covered and all.
“You know that more people kill themselves every year because of country music than any other music because it’s all about how girls break men’s hearts,” Noah says.
You are kidding me.
I turn it up even more.
“THAT WON’T STOP US,” Keenan screams.
“DID I MENTION THIS IS HORRIBLE. TURN IT OFF,” Noah yells.
My face is now red and my heart is racing. I can barely restrain myself form screaming profanities at them for being such jerks.
“FINE,” I say, “You want it off? I will turn it off.”
Then I shut the radio off completely and stared straight ahead.
I am pathetic. I just gave in to teenagers. TEENAGERS. One glance at their faces and I realized they have won.
I regained my composure and formulated a plan in my head. “So,” I ask, “How was school today? Who did you sit with at lunch? Did you like your teachers? Do you have a lot of cool kids in your classes? Were there any hot chicks?”
Keenan, “Can you turn the music back on?”
Winner.
About Stefanie
I completely understand! I don’t have two teenage boys but i have one teenage brother and I get it! I love the change of strategy! Seriously though, absolutely hilarious
For the love of everything not the music! I’ll remember this for when I’m driving Dylan to his first school dance and I’m still singing along to my *NSYNC records. The grand inquisition always wins.
Great! Good Job, Mom! I’m glad they now understand who control’s the Radio! Hope everyone has a good School year! Just think of all that Radio time you’ll have while they are in School!
Getting even – that’s parenting done right.
Right now the ‘Kids Place Live’ station plays in my car and if I turn that off to my kids will all talk to me all at the same time about random crap like Iron Man’s cousin and what bats eat.
But someday, I will win the music battle and it will be because of this.
That wouldn’t work with my kid who actually still talks more than me, but, this was damn funny! (also, thankfully, he likes my music
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luv it
Is there any way I can stop my kids from becoming teenagers? Because at ages 4 and 2, they are already a pain in the ass!
Not one that doesn’t land your arse in jail.
So he likes Adam Lambert?
Glad I can be of future support!
You and I? We think alike.
I am SO looking forward to that!
I am going to have to side with your kids on NSYNC. Just. Sayin’.
So glad you got a laugh. And I know you can relate!