General ramblings about life and raising lots of daughters in quiet little Tasmania.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
The monster in my house
AKA Sarah Bear who looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth
Oh my goodness some days it is like banging your head against 4x4 with a know it all teen in the house.
The old 'when she is good she is very very good and when she is bad she is rotten' seems very apt for your average teen.
At the moment she is holed up in her room, Ipod firmly in place refusing to get up and go shopping for some much needed school shoes (school starts tommorrow).
Why?
Because she had an arguement with Miss 11 and in her opinion I did not deal with it adequately.
What I did was actually do exactly what she asked me to last time something like this occured and in typical teen fashion it still wasn't good enough.
What she hasn't considered is that my foot is the same size as hers so I can go and get her shoes without her.
Its also very quiet with her on self imposed bedroom exile.
Hmmm seems to me that the only person Miss 15 is punishing is herself.
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2 comments:
I'm just sitting here with my fingers in my ears saying "lalalalala" because reading about teenagers quite frankly scares the crap out of me. (I remember what I was like at that age and strangely enough - not - it wasn't pretty!)
Thanks for the blog comment, I know, Angus being 4 is as ridiculous at K8's Bronte being 10 and it's all just not happening!
We get the keys to the new house on the 29th June, can't wait but will need to get reacquainted with how to use a washing machine again goddamn it!
xxx
I've got my fingers in my ears with Georgie! The thought of my kids who still think I know EVERYTHING in the world changing that opinion and becoming teenagers is frightening.Poor Trudi!
Em
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