A trip to the mall with my kids who are 15 (girl) nuff said there…. And the 10 year old boy and the 13 year old boy. 15 wants to dress 13 and 10. 13 trusts 15. 10 does not. 10 refuses to go into stores and when he does, holds his nose the entire time because it “smells”. 15 calls 10 an asshole. Meanwhile, 13 is playing it smart, staying silent, not showing allegiance to either party. 15 tells 13 not to talk to 10. 13 follows the orders of 15 out of sheer fear of what might happen to him if he doesn’t obey. Then 15 states that she would rather sit in the car than go into the book store with the rest of us.

At this point, I’ve had it. The old me would have been yelling and screaming hours ago. The Prozac infused me made some simple statements and moved on. This may sound weird to others, but for me this is big. I would have taken this to a level that it never needed to go to.

It’s days like these when you want to spend some quality time with your kids and it all falls to shit, I hate. But I didn’t turn into a psycho crazed lunatic, screaming at her kids in public. So yeah, Prozac is a workin’.