Can I call today “F**k It! It’s Friday” Friday? Because that’s the way I really feel after the week I’ve had.
The weeks leading up to school starting again are exhausting. In the last few days I have battled the crowds of school supply hungry mothers at Walmart, decided on and ordered new “grown up” furniture for my son’s room and spent all day yesterday with my two arguing children while attending middle school orientation day. The fact that on most days this summer they have rarely opened their eyes before the afternoon hours and stay awake until witching hour…did not help.
If this is a sign of the months to come, I’m not sure that I will make it to Christmas! It’s funny how moms of very young children think that the toddler years are hectic and exhausting. I am officially telling them that IT GETS WORSE. I wouldn’t mind having little ones again. The most I’d have to worry about is changing diapers and what kiddie show to watch on TV.
Having children of the ages almost 12 and 14 brings a whole other set of problems. I won’t even go on that rant but I can tell you that as kids get older, they change. They change in ways you can’t even imagine. Hormones are terrible, terrible things and they can make you wake up one day and wonder whose children are living in your house. I never know what to expect one day to the next. I also am a firm believer that girls are SO much harder than boys.
My son went through a mouthy and somewhat dramatically angry phase when he was around 10-11 years old. He was a pretty difficult baby/toddler too who always demanded lots of attention. He still gets the first place drama queen award however he now is easily satisfied (food, video games etc) and for the most part, very consistent with his attitude. Once I get past the dirty gym sock smell of his mostly always messy boy room, he’s tolerable.
My daughter on the other hand is like this:
Or maybe even a little like this:
Some days I’ve found out that it is best to just keep my mouth shut. It seems to tame the monster and keep the transformation at bay. Overall, dealing with a pre-teen girl is like taming a wild horse. I honestly don’t remember being this way when I was young — although my mother might disagree. I definitely feel more sympathy for my parents now (especially mom) than ever before.
As we enter the last week of summer before all hell breaks loose I will try to visualize my children as they were back in their “cute” stages of calling me mommy and spontaneous kisses before I act on my frustrations brought on by hormone-riddled tantrums (theirs, not mine). Thankfully these days will not last forever…… however this is bittersweet because once they are over, so are their childhoods.
I think I might go home tonight, pour a glass of wine, sit down in front of the TV, poop in my DVD of Elmo-Palooza and have a good cry.