Monday, March 24, 2008

Surviving tweendom

I'm pretty sure there's no way I"m going to survive Tweendom.

I can not STAND my 11 year old Drama-Girl's mood swings for absolutely no reason...

"Before you go out, you have to pick up your clothes, make your bed and clean up the trash on the floor"

"I"LL NEVER GET DONE I CAN"T EVER HAVE A BREAK I'LL BE STUCK HERE FOREVER AAHAHHH YOU'RE EVIL MOM"

Oh, well, in that case, continue living in the pig sty. Really. I misunderstood.

Do your homework.

HOMEWORK IS STUPID IT MAKES NO SENSE I DON'T WANT TO DO IT IT SUCKS I'M GOING TO STAY IN MY ROOM AND YELL AND SCREAM BUT LEAVE ME ALONE I DONT' CARE IF I'M DISTURBING YOUR ATTEMPT TO HAVE A CUP OF COFFEE I HATE MY LIFE AND I DON'T WANT TO DO HOMEWORK AND YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME SCREAM AND THROW THINGS.

Come down and talk to me, we need to have a conversatoin (On account of all the yelling).

NO I'M NOT LEAVE ME ALONE I'M IN A BAD MOOD....

Then pack your bags, because I've changed your room, it's currently on the moon. Call me when you get there.

4 comments:

Edward said...

lolrofl...sounds like I'm missing some fun!

Jean-Luc Picard said...

Wait till she grows up a couple of years...

Pageant Mom said...

I hate to break the bad news but this is just a warm up to THIRTEEN.

(nothing like cheering a fellow blogger up I say)

hee hee

Melanie said...

I hear you! My 12-year-old is also like that. Although, hers is more of the bursting into tears, sulking, huffing and puffing, yelling at her little sisters, won't tell us anything about her life outside of home, when asked "What's wrong?" the answer is "Nothing," or "I don't know," and being a raging b**ch to anything that moves.

I fully admit that I am guilty of being all of the above, too - and maybe this is payback that my Mom is sending from above...but I don't think I started in the 6th grade. I think I at least waited until 7th grade.

When I get down about her crazy antics, I think about what someone once told me when I was complaining about having to use all of my vacation time at work to stay at home with sick kids, and I said that I wish I could use some vacation time for me time...someone told me, "I used to think that, too, but then it happened." That really hit close to home for me. Pretty soon, I won't need to stay home with sick kids. It's sort of the same thing.

There are times that I honestly can't wait until she's 18. But then I remember the little baby she was - how small, how sweet, and I wish she could be my baby forever.

But then there's the days that I still wish she was 18!!