Talk to me the way you would talk to Mrs. Teri, DAMMIT.

Talk to me how you would talk Mrs. Teri, dammit…

Those are the words that fell out of my very frustrated mouth and through the house to only fall loosely on the ears of my 8 (going on 16) year old daughter. It was the third time in less than a half-hour that I had asked her to just put the fitted sheet on the bed so that she could take…