How Did I Become the Go-To Mom?

As I stepped out the bathroom, Snot-face came running up stairs asking me if I know how to get New Moon tickets.


“At the movie theater,” I said awkwardly, “it’s not a concert, you just go…”


“But they’re sold out,” she cut me off, “and Sierra really wants to go!”


First of all, what am I, a pre-adolescent’s version of a drug dealer? Snot-face will ask me for the most random of things for her friends; hey, do you know to get the new Black Eyed Peas song for free, Hanna wants it….Can we get a whole pie so I can take it to school to share with my friends…. Can we get one for Kacie, her mom won’t take her to get one?


Next, I can barely keep up with my own kid’s needs and wants, let alone those of her whole posse. I’m broke. I’m busy. Today, I’m sick and have tons of homework.


Last, I’m not even cool, I always say no. And I don’t condone this fascination with fake vampires. It’s the stupidest thing. Vampires don’t sparkle in the sunlight. They burst into flames.


I ended the conversation.


“Honey,” I said, “it will be in theaters for a long time, it won’t always be sold out. Plus, it’s not my job to get Sierra tickets. Her mom needs to do that for her.”


San Francisco snickered from the bedroom.


“Okay, Mommie.”


I know, I’m mean, but I had to nip this in the bud.