Yah, that I do. I love hormones because they are the juice that make our bodies run…but in transitional times their ups and downs drive me CRAZY.
Take Yesterday. It was a day like any other day. I ask a child to take something downstairs. Very basic. It stays in the same spot for hours and many reminders later. A while later, I blow a patience gasket and tell them they better get that basket downstairs or they may see the last of my patience evaporate before their very eyes.
Basket sits there for another day. Until I yell. “If you don’t get this silly basket where I want it now I will make you miss whatever it is you are looking forward to today. ”
Basket moves. but then the clothes are scattered as he slams it down. “You don’t have to yell, mom. You could have just asked me nicely.”
Oh, child. You are fortunate to have outgrown me or you would have been put over this knee of mine…way down here.
I know this is typical pubescent brainlessness at work here. I get it. Everyone is going through it or has gone through it.
But add that to the complete lack of following directions in home school and then a fiery meltdown over simple math and you have my life crazy in a nut shell.
It’s not all bad though.
In calling me out with yelling, he was being helpful. He didn’t know it but he was right. I don’t need to yell. He was being cheeky, but made a point. So I am going to swallow all those lecture words “that I’ve heard before and I know everything and you don’t have to go on and on and on.”
No, child I don’t. And I won’t. Next time YOU wash your underwear, stinky socks and soccer shirt. I am no longer yelling.
Let’s see what happens then, shall we?
I do know that hormones of puberty suck all the brain power out into the great beyond. I hope the brain power comes back.
COME BACK, Teenage brain, come back.
And all the parents to teens sit and laugh at me.