The alarm goes off at 6.30 am. It is the earliest ever in weeks if not months. We are prepared. I think. We get up. I think. We have breakfast. I think. Or did we all sleep in until 10 am and missed the first day of school???!!! Oh... It was just a dream. Phew, what a nightmare...
My hormonal 15-year old girl has been walking around the house like an unsecured hand grenade ready to blow any second for the last three days... This morning she gets ready and leaves the house in ripped jeans and very sharp eye brows (Is that the new angry look? No, no, no!!! I shut my mouth and say nothing... lets not put gas on a fire that is already burning right?). When waving her off and wishing her good luck she sighs, rolls her eyes while plugging in earphones and walking down the street.
Soon after my hormone inflated 12-year old boy wonders why his sister can go to school in ripped pants when I forced him to change to new sweat pants instead of the ones he has worn all summer and has, not only ripped knees but also a big rip in the butt... He leaves the house with the thickest and most dirty hood jacket on, hood up looking like a criminal. I wonder if he put clean underwear on... That is the battle of the year, I'm telling you. 12-year old boys are "refuse to change clothes"-warriors and incredibly hard to beat to not say impossible...
And then there was the "Unicorn - Rainbow - Fluffy bunny - Sparkles and Gum drops" filled 9-year old baby girl of mine, who flapped her wings out the door like a magical fairy with her golden curls, rain bow outfit and new pink shoes... Hugging me and kissing me and throwing a million air kisses back to me while skipping happily out the door."I will be just fine Mama! I looooove you!!!"
It feels like everything is under control. It feels like everything is totally normal. But, all photo taking was TOTALLY PROHIBITED when trying to sneak in some snap shots...
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND MUM!!!??? DELETE EVERY SINGLE PICTURE YOU'VE TAKEN OR I'LL KILL MYSELF!!!!" Well, that is life with bigger kids. Anyone who can identify?
Note:
It is now after school and:
• My hormonal 15-year old just called me while waiting for a her school bus, sounding super excited and telling me she had a great time and met a super cool new friend in school today. :) I'm hoping those sharp eye brows has worn off a bit when she gets back home...
• My hormone inflated 12-year old boy just stepped in through the door shouting: "Hello Mama! I'm home!!!" and with a big grin on his face he gave me a big hug saying he had a great day in school. The hood was down and I could see his face. :) He actually smelled good. I think he put deodorant on. Gold star for that.
• The "Unicorn - Rainbow - Fluffy bunny - Sparkles and Gum drops" filled 9-year old baby girl of mine arrived soon after. "Hi..." No hug, no nothing. Just a smile and "I need a snack Mama". WHAT? Where did my magical fairy girl go? Is she also caught by the hormonal devil? Already??? I'm not ready!!!!!! Please freeze time!
My hormonal 15-year old girl has been walking around the house like an unsecured hand grenade ready to blow any second for the last three days... This morning she gets ready and leaves the house in ripped jeans and very sharp eye brows (Is that the new angry look? No, no, no!!! I shut my mouth and say nothing... lets not put gas on a fire that is already burning right?). When waving her off and wishing her good luck she sighs, rolls her eyes while plugging in earphones and walking down the street.
Soon after my hormone inflated 12-year old boy wonders why his sister can go to school in ripped pants when I forced him to change to new sweat pants instead of the ones he has worn all summer and has, not only ripped knees but also a big rip in the butt... He leaves the house with the thickest and most dirty hood jacket on, hood up looking like a criminal. I wonder if he put clean underwear on... That is the battle of the year, I'm telling you. 12-year old boys are "refuse to change clothes"-warriors and incredibly hard to beat to not say impossible...
And then there was the "Unicorn - Rainbow - Fluffy bunny - Sparkles and Gum drops" filled 9-year old baby girl of mine, who flapped her wings out the door like a magical fairy with her golden curls, rain bow outfit and new pink shoes... Hugging me and kissing me and throwing a million air kisses back to me while skipping happily out the door."I will be just fine Mama! I looooove you!!!"
It feels like everything is under control. It feels like everything is totally normal. But, all photo taking was TOTALLY PROHIBITED when trying to sneak in some snap shots...
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND MUM!!!??? DELETE EVERY SINGLE PICTURE YOU'VE TAKEN OR I'LL KILL MYSELF!!!!" Well, that is life with bigger kids. Anyone who can identify?
Note:
It is now after school and:
• My hormonal 15-year old just called me while waiting for a her school bus, sounding super excited and telling me she had a great time and met a super cool new friend in school today. :) I'm hoping those sharp eye brows has worn off a bit when she gets back home...
• My hormone inflated 12-year old boy just stepped in through the door shouting: "Hello Mama! I'm home!!!" and with a big grin on his face he gave me a big hug saying he had a great day in school. The hood was down and I could see his face. :) He actually smelled good. I think he put deodorant on. Gold star for that.
• The "Unicorn - Rainbow - Fluffy bunny - Sparkles and Gum drops" filled 9-year old baby girl of mine arrived soon after. "Hi..." No hug, no nothing. Just a smile and "I need a snack Mama". WHAT? Where did my magical fairy girl go? Is she also caught by the hormonal devil? Already??? I'm not ready!!!!!! Please freeze time!
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Annette
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LOL. I guess life is the same all over the world (I'm from Texas), and in any era. I'm 58 years old, and yet I identified with every bit of that after all these years. I raised 3 kids, with that same age span, and even back in the 1980's it was the same. Thanks for sharing! Be assured, you are NORMAL.
ReplyDeleteMy kids are grown and out now, but oh my I can remember those dreaded first days of school so well (two girls and one boy)! I loved your post..made me laugh so hard. Now the routine will set in and it will be okay (fairly). Hugs to you!
ReplyDeleteOh my! at the moment I can smile and simply imagine the scene but behind the smile is the fear that this will be my life too in a few short years, 1 or 2 maybe? Eeek! Already at 11, there are elements I recognise, I'm already k. A slippery slope I think. I'm glad that after a day of normality they were human again though, well some of them... ;)
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Oh my Lord! My youngest are soon 9 and 10... Strength Comming Your way...
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome...just like my house, but we have two more weeks of summer here, so I better be preapred;) Good luck , greetings from NJ:)
ReplyDeleteHilarious, and recognizable. And if I would take a picture of them, they turn their backs at me. But, I love them til the moon and back, and they do the same.
ReplyDeleteMå le! Kjenner meg godt igjen ja med en på 15 og en på 18. Har møtt en del foreldre til førsteklassinger i dag, som har knipset bilder av sine søte små med tannløse smil og nyinnkjøpte skoleklær, og tenkt samme tankene. Bare vent....
ReplyDeleteGreat post Annette and, as a mother of a 17 year old boy and 14 year old girl, I can hugely identify!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat is it with the eyebrow thing? I fear for future generations ...!
Heather xx
Sounds so very familiar! The teen years make the terrible two's look like a cake walk. Good luck, hang in there, it WILL get better...in time.x
ReplyDeleteDear Annette, thank you for your post this morning. I was at work when I was reading it and you made me chuckle. You also made me feel so much better. I also have three kids but they are 18, 15 and 12. My oldest is a boy and girls are younger. He does not hug or kiss and will not let me take his picture. 15-years old is extremely moody and her moods change from hour to hour and day to day. The youngest is still “available” for snuggles but will occasionally withdraw her affections as well for no apparent reasons. I guess she is entering the dark realm of puberty herself. Most of the days I feel like I walk on eggshells trying not to “disturb” them. Often times I feel like crying wondering who took my kids and replaced them with these moody aliens. Occasionally they do “come back”, just like yours, with happy “hello’s” and hugs and kisses and “love you mom’s” which makes my heart melt. Hang in there and know you are not alone.
ReplyDeleteHi!! You write so well, I love read what you write! You should write a book! Love, Claudia
ReplyDeleteI totally know what you are talking about! Great post! Thanks! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect, thanks. So hilariously accurate.
ReplyDeleteanethe,que linda jornada,asi son los adolescentes,recien hoy puedo savcarla algunas fotos a Ivan de 19 años y a Nazareno de 16!depues de los 15,empiezan a tranquilizarse y vuelven al cariño,no tanto como el ghada de 9,pero lo suficiente como para mimar nuestro corazon de madre.Todavia tengo dos niños en casa de 7años un varon y una nena de 11 meses,caramelo y magia!!Bendiciones
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