Mom 1, Bangs 0.

Mom laid the SMACK down on Bangs this morning. I was getting dressed for work this morning when I hear her whining 'I don't feel good!' Shocker. Bangs averages about four 'sick' days a semester (about one a month). It also doesn't help that she makes my mom schedule various appointments at 10:30 so she can sleep in, go out to lunch and then 'Oh it's too late to go to school'. Today, however, is her last day of school for TEN DAYS, as it is her spring break. Unlike other districts, she has a full day of school, but seriously? She's a junior. Come on, now.

She tried to the pull the 'I have diarrhea', the elusive disease that no one can see but you because, hey, who wants to watch you poop? My mom was like 'I have medicine for that.' 'Noooo I want to stay hooooome. I feel achy.' 'I have Tylenol.' Keep in mind that through this whole time, she's whining, crying and carrying on like I did in first grade the whole month before Bangs was born. I had a better reason (in my opinion, please let me know if I'm wrong). My mom suspects something's wrong and she's not telling her. The whole time I went through my friendship breakup in January of '03, I was in school every day, with 'diarrhea'. She refuses to take the meds.

Her friend who drives her to school every morning is in the driveway. Bangs is sobbing. 'I don't want to go!' My mom's like 'Too bad.' She doesn't move. Arms folded, pouting. My mom opens the door. She doesn't budge. 'You are going to school.' Nope. My mom SHOVES her out the door, closes and locks the door. Bangs went to school. My mom's like 'She better not call me from school. I'll fucking kick her ass.'

Epic win, Mom. Epic win.