I think summer is wearing on me.
The kid with nothing to do.
The heat, although it has cooled off, thank god.
The lack of summer vacation.
All that, combined with the fact that my once perfect child is quickly approaching....
(the crowd shrieks in horror!)
I've never been shy about my feelings about teenagers, I can't stand them.
I think it is the "all about me" attitude, combined with sass that I just loathe.
I survived when 5 of my siblings were all teenagers at the same time, but barely.
Pretty sure it is the reason for my dislike.
I see the teens and tweens hanging out at the Walgreens just running through aisles, smacking on their gum, using foul language just to be cool....I just wanna smack one.
Fill in, because obviously their mother isn't there to do it herself and she would.
The behavior I have seen recently is just appauling.
Yes, yes...I was a teen once.
And unfortunately, because I was the oldest of many kids, I don't think I had a chance to be all "look, the world is actually revolving around me!"
I had diapers to change and kids to babysit all the time.
I had to work to pay my way through private high school.
I had a mom that had the strictest curfew of any other parent for at least 15 miles around.
And I always had this fear, oh my mom was good, that whatever I was doing when she wasn't around, she could hear about from someone...so, I was a good teenager.
To this day my mom always says, you kids were all good not like most kids.
So, now, my son, who is only 11 (I'm sorry, 11 and a half), seems to be rushing his way to puberty.
I don't know why I am suprised really.
He's always done everything faster than most.
Walked at 10 months.
Talked at birth, I swear. (and hasn't shut up since)
He's always in a rush for everything it seems.
The attitude is already starting.
My once super obedient, nice little baby is transforming into a "I want it", "Do I have to?", "None of my friends...", "Whatever" monster.
Don't get me wrong, he is still a great kid and a total momma's boy, but every once in a while the teen in him emerges.
"I'm gonna need new shoes for school and a backpack. But not one of those cheap ones, the one I want costs $60."
"I'm not buying a $60 backpack."
"Yes, you are. I want it."
That's when I lose it.
Turn into my mother.
The evil eye emerges, the tone of my voice lowers and I hear this come out of my mouth...
"Who do you think you are?"
Totally my mother.
Although she would add "girl" to the end.
And it would scare me to the bone.
He twinges a little but I don't think I have put enough fear into him yet.
Because he actually tried to follow it up.
"You never buy me anything I want."
Dontcha love when they say that.
I almost feel like I should make a list and when that comes out of his mouth, I just produce the mile long list of crap I have bought over the last 11 years, including every last quarter toy he just had to have at the supermarket exit.
"Go to your room. When I say you can come out, you better have a new attitude."
It's pushing the limits.
It's talking back.
It's "I want it now"!
I can't stand it.
Not sure I will survive another round of Teendom.
My sister actually told Max this weekend, "You're gonna be a teenager soon and you know your mom hates teenagers, so can you imagine how strict she'll be then?"
I think he was complaining that I am too mean because I make him do things around the house..oh the horror, the poor darling has to take out the trash!
When one of my brothers was about 13, he started to get a little sassy with my mother, he liked to slam doors too.
So my mother very quietly and calmly one day, took an ad from a magazine for a Military Academy, placed it on the fridge, then looked at my brother and said, "Keep it up mister and you'll be there before you know it. I already called."
That was it.
He behaved like an angel after that. Got straight A's in school and finished top of his class.
So I need to find a Military School....fast!
And if you are a teen or have a delightful perfect teen of your own, I am sure you are all lovely, like I said I wasn't a bad teen myself. We're a minority. But the majority of your counterparts are just not as lovely. And that's just my opinion and I am sticking to it.
Wednesday, August 15
I think summer is wearing on me.