Lately I have often been left to wonder what God was thinking when he created teenagers.
Surely I wasn't a back talking, thinking I know everything, eating my mom out of house and home, refusing to do my chores, mess making kid. I mean come on, I had to have been the best teenager out there.
I mean, my mom was a single mom working to keep our family going. My sister, who is 8years older than me, raised me. From the time I was 10 until I turned 16, I know I was the epitome of beyotch to her. But that doesn't count because she was my sister, right?
For the record we are now bestest of friends though.
After I turned 15 Yeah, I raised a little hell. I ditched school, I hung out with boys while ditching school, I sunk a truck in the river up the canyon, while ditching school...(Note to me, don't drive trucks in rivers keep to the roads.) I also wrapped that same truck around a tree going digging in the winter but this was after a dance, YAY!! I wasn't ditching school....AND this time I was on the road.
Maybe I wasn't all that great, and now God is looking down laughing at me, for now I am getting paybacks for all the stress I caused my mom and my sister.
Seriously, I am thinking of investing in a super glue or duct tape factory so I have something to seal my boy's mouths shut when they get going.
I am just 30 yrs old and I am already getting gray hairs.
As girl crazy as Hunter is now, I am in for it when he turns 16. There are gonna be a lot of girls out there with broken hearts.
Note to you: If you have 10 year old daughters, for your own good, please keep them away from Hunter. You have been warned.
You know, I also know for a fact that I didn't feel the urge to beat the snot out of my siblings on a daily basis. These boys wrestle each other like the WWF. Every time I turn around they are on the floor knocking things over and have each other in head locks.
Now Dakota is a lot bigger than Hunter, but dang that Hunter has some serious fight in him. I feel like a record player telling them to stop before someone gets hurt.
But you know, since their ears are painted on, it generally ends up in one of them coming to me crying that the other one got too rough.
Gah!! Did I not just tell them 5 min ago to quit? They get no sympathy from me.
Therefore I am a bad mom.
At this point it doesn't matter that I keep them clothed so they don't have to run around naked everywhere, it doesn't matter that I fill their bellies on a daily basis,(whew glad I reread that, I originally wrote, feel their bellies rather than fill their bellies...THAT could have caused some issues) nor does it matter that they have a nice cozy room to sleep in at night.
~Which is why from now on they will be sleeping outside with the dog.....
The only thing they see is that I totally don't get them, and I have no idea what it's like to be in their life, and I definitely don't have a clue as to how hard it is to be a kid.
Who has to do, GASP!!
I'm sure as I they get older, it's only going to get worse. I have officially become the enemy rather than the protector.
You know the one, the mommy that can make everything all better with a band-aid and a hug.
That's okay though, little do they know, I sneak in their rooms at night when their guard is down and they are snoring like a lumberjack sawing away at his logs. I give them a kiss, and make sure their stinky little bodies are covered with their blankets on their forever unmade beds.
You see, no matter how much they think they dislike me, and how much I am the forever nagging mom who drives them crazy, to me, they will forever be the blankie dragging, sippy cup toting little boys who once thought that mommy was everything they ever needed.
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