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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The Hornones, the hormones!

I've been posting a lot about the Girl lately. She's making her presence very well known in the house. She's a bundle of raging hormones and frankly, I'm getting a bit tired of it. The screaming, the tantrumming, the threats. She's a real bundle of joy.

I got home from my 4th trip to the grocery store to get some 'last minute' stuff for Passover, and when I got home she was, of course, on the phone. I asked her to come help unload the car she she was not pleased. I was interrupting her. What a bitch I am. Just ask her. It's exactly what she told her friend on the phone.

I asked her to please finish up doing the dishes, since her MO is to do most, but not all of the dishes, and then move those she didn't do to the side of the sink. This drives me crazy. Obviously. The second I asked her, she (still on the phone) yells "Stop bitching at me!". Um, OK. Now I feel the steam rising and starting to pour out my ears.

I tell her to get off the phone and she yells at me some more. "How is this extra gallon of milk going to fit in the refrigerator?" she yells. I tell her to move stuff around and now she's furious. That would mean she might actually have to DO something. Which is against her religion, evidentally.

She starts screaming bloody murder at her brother, who admittedly is pushing her buttons, and when I tell her to shut her trap, she turns on me, punches me in the arm, and goes totally ballistic. I tell her to fork over her IPod right this minute and she refuses. I tell her again, warning her that if she doesn't, she will 100% grounded during school vacation next week. A fate worse than death, and she's experienced this horror before, so she knows the threat is real.

She gives me the Ipod and I tell her that she will get it back after school vacation, and she threatens me. Threatens me. And then threatens her brother when he cracks up.

So guess who is grounded next week for total mouthiness and a bad attitude? And guess who told ME I need an attitude adjustment? Oh man, she's really cruising on thin ice, that one. Vwey thin ice.

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Blogger Blog Antagonist said...

Oh my Gaaaaaaawd. I remember some of the absolutely horrible things I said to my mother and I just cringe. It's amazing any kid makes it to adulthodd. Seriously.

15/4/08 6:44 PM  
Blogger Daisy said...

AH, I wish you luck. Aren't they incredible, these teen girls?

15/4/08 8:12 PM  
Blogger JaniceNW said...

welcome to my life.

15/4/08 10:32 PM  

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