It’s happened. My daughter is a freshman in high school.

I’m not typical. I don’t do the whole first day at school pictures – I almost have a full come apart just trying to get her in the door of the school because of, well, people.

That. Car. Line. Though. 

Even in high school? Yup.

Of course I spent entirely too much brain power devising a plan to do a whole recon mission at the school and ambush this apparent herd mentality they have going on.

So today, I reign victorious. We rerouted and came in through the back like a ninja.

Seriously, I was waiting for Morpheus to hop out and stare at me intently in the eye for a long time to tell me, “What you know you can’t explain, but you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life, that there’s something wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.”

Am I the only one who feels like an outsider in this parenting game? I dropped my daughter off in an intersection after circumventing the Matrix and she was horrified.

There was no way I was going back in after rerouting. No way!

“The matrix is a system Neo, that system is our enemy.”

It’s true, kiddo. She just rolled her eyes and vehemently rushed out of the car to avoid complete humiliation.

And I, well, I let out a victory cry. Because it all only took me 17 minutes.
17 minutes I’ll never get back. But it was 17 minutes in the car with possibly my favorite human.

In order to make these mornings memorable, I make it fun. So I find the glitch in the matrix and I capitalize on it. And she sees her momma as a genius and a weirdo and well, also a meanie for dumping her in a busy intersection.

She filed right in with the rest of the clones. It’s so scary how conditioned we can be – to just do what we’re told without even considering the cost. Thinking we are “wrong” if we don’t do it their way.

Don’t supply energy to the machine any longer. Circumvent the matrix folks.