I recently have found myself reiterating to my daughter that I AM, in fact, cool.

See:

How many of your friends' moms are taking their kids to see Fallout Boy and All American Rejects next month? HUH? And by the way, I'M going to see FallOut Boy and All American Rejects and I'm just taking YOU to be nice. How many of your friends' moms are going to Ozzfest this summer? None? I didn't think so. Do your friends' moms have Coach bags? No? Yeah, see? I bet your friends' moms listen to Barry Manilow and stuff. What CD is in my car right now? Disturbed.

I did get one great big giant compliment from her a few weeks ago, though. I was taking her to school and she needed a paper signed that was in her classroom. I told her to bring it down to me in the car and I would sign it. She said, why don't I just come up to her classroom and sign it? I was all, LOOK AT ME. I hadn't fixed my hair and I was NOT dressed to be going through the halls of a private school. And by that I mean no bra and UGLY. Then she says to me, "Well, you look better than Libby's mom, and she tries to fix herself up! " Now wasn't that sweet???

This whole "kids growing up" thing is really hurting. It hurts. I'm all hurty.