Last weekend we dog sat for the first time for my brother. Lily has always been a spoiled dog, she never played well with other dogs because ALL toys are hers and ALL bones are hers. End of discussion in her mind. Lulu (my brother’s dog) is still a puppy, all she wants to do is play…with Lily. This was entertaining for Lily for the first few hours…after that not so much.
Then it became a fight over everything…everything. Even as to which couch they would lay on. The weekend reminded me of watching a couple of 3 years olds that missed their nap.
I remember when I was a teenager and my parents would leave us each a list of chores we were to have done by the end of the day. When we were on a break from school this list was substantially longer than during the school week but there were chores to be done daily. We did them without complaint, well without complaint within earshot of my parents, because we knew that was just the way it was. If we complained we were going to be in trouble and given more to do. It was easier to just suck it up and do what was expected of us. My how the times have changed…
I discovered just how much times have changed when I tried to get the teenagers in my house to help out more last week. When told to wash dishes my stepdaughter informed me that just because I had a bad day doesn’t mean I can randomly tell her to wash the dishes. This remark was followed by the inevitable, “Oh my God” and “They will still be there 2 minutes from now, I don’t need to do them right this second.” Me, “Yes you do, because I told you to do them now.” When I asked my stepson about the mess he left on the floor I was told, “You took the broom out so I left it there for you to sweep.” To which I had to explain that I took the broom out for HIM to clean HIS mess.
Later we had a discussion about how everyone is going to stat helping more, that they live here so they can help to keep the place clean, it is not my sole responsibility. This was met with, “Or you could just get on medication” (my stepdaughter) and “You don’t have to clean everyday, YOU could clean every other day” (my stepson). After our long discussion my stepdaughter showed just how much she was listening by yelling at me, “Oh my God why aren’t my leggings I wore Monday washed yet?!?”
How do parents survive teenagers without losing their minds? I think I lost mine a long time ago. You have to laugh or else you will scream. This night there was more screaming than laughing I am afraid.
Things are changing in this household though. Gone are the days where they sit and play video games or sit on Facebook while I clean the house. The new rule, “Everyone cleans something EVERYDAY no exceptions. You live here you help keep it clean.” Just in case they “forget” about the rule change it is written on the dry erase board on the fridge for the them to see everyday. Surprisingly we have not met too much resistance regarding the chores changes. We have gotten the “I hate you glare” but the whining has been kept to a minimum. Which makes me wonder why I didn’t implement this before? If I had perhaps things wouldn’t have gotten to where it is now with the back talk and lack of responsibility.
It’s never too late to make a change though. Plus with all this free time I have now with people helping me clean I have time to write and paint again!
My stepdaughter’s Facebook post: broke open glow sticks and splattered them all over my room, it looks sick. lol.
Me: You did what?
Her: We didn’t really break them open, I was talking about the packages.
Me: You are lying to me.
Her: No you can check my room.
Me: Ok. Then why do you walls have glowing spots on them?
Her: Oh…well…It would have been gone by tomorrow and then you never would have known.
I think she forgets that we are Facebook friends…
In less than 2 months my stepdaughter will be 16 and she cannot wait to drive. I remember being 16 and how excited I was about driving but I have reservations about her getting behind the wheel of a car.
1. Her phone has become a permanent attachment to her hand. I think her fingers have formed around it and cannot straighten anymore.
2. Last week when I took her shopping she stomped her foot like a 3-year-old when I said no to getting a pair of pants. Literally stomped her foot…in the middle of the store…
3. She cannot go anywhere without at least one or two friends. This will distract her while driving, which leads to…
4. She gets distracted very easily.
5. If something happened to her….well all parents fear this one.
I know that this is a right of passage for her. I just don’t know if we are ready for it.
Any thoughts from those who have teenagers driving or on the verge of driving?
Recently at my nephews birthday party his little brother decided it would be funny to once again get his aunt. This is the same nephew that shit on me at Thanksgiving dinner. (see Poo) This time though while I was bent over cleaning up cake (his cake too) off the carpet of the bowling alley he decided it would be funny to pour water down his aunt’s pants. Yep..down the back of my pants. Luckily he is only 5 and most got on the floor rather than down my pants but enough definitely made it in there.
I don’t know if he does this stuff to me because he loves me more than the others or because he dislikes me the most. I am going to go with he loves me…yeah…that’s it.