A special place in heaven

I believe that there is a special place in heaven for mothers of difficult children.
Cool thing is, I know when I get there, my mom will be waiting to greet me.

Emma does not get the concept of calling to ask for permission. She thinks calling and leaving a message of her whereabouts is good enough. She was given permission to go swimming. She called shortly after 7 (apparently, nobody here got that call) and left a message that was garbled and with so much background noise that no actual words could be deciphered. She assumed that was good enough for permission to go to a church youth group with her friends.

LEAVING A MESSAGE IS NOT THE SAME AS GETTING PERMISSION!!

I hate to make it seem like I am punishing her for going to church, but I know that is how she will see it. She's on a religion kick lately,and I don't mean to stifle that, and I know she will see it that way.

Now I have to ground her for the foreseeable future... Damn, I hope that special place has comfy couches, and diet pepsi, and the words "but mom" are not allowed there. I have to believe that is the case. I deserve it to be.