God must hate me.
I Was just sitting in the back seat of my moms car, wishing that she didn't treat me like a kid anymore. I was sick of her constant asking where I was, her helicopter approach to my school life.
Now here I am, in a fricking car seat. Yes, universe, very funny. Now she's not treating me like a kid- she's treating me like a baby! My hair is in pigtails, I'm sucking on a pacifier, and I'm wearing a diaper!
What did I do to deserve this? What will my friends think? Have I just gone crazy?
Oh no, this is really not good. Am I using the diaper? I definitely am. Numbers one and two, order up. Eww!
Wait, my sister was riding next to me... Lauren! Aw, look at her. She's worse than me! A rear-facing seat? For an 11-year-old? Crazy!
The car is stopping- oh, we're home.