That doesn't mean I can't look back nostalgically to a gentler, easier time. When coming home from work was greeted with great joy and jocularity. And when childhood transgressions could be dealt with a simple, "Go to your room and write I will not slam the door", 100 times.
Though I'm not sure the Bart Simpson Repetitive Writing Punishment has had its desired effect.
Yesterday, my youngest daughter took off on one of her hormonal flights of fancy when she was asked to clear the dining room table. It ended with her running to her room and slamming the door.
For added effect, it was punctuated with, "I hate you Daddy. You suck!"
God, I know what you mean. I too, have a 'mean teen'...lotsa stink eye and grumbling....
ReplyDeleteGood luck...college will be here soon enough!
Believe it or not, one day you'll even miss the sound of the slamming of the door.
ReplyDeleteHang in there. Enjoy it all.
In about 15 years they will sudenly remember you put up with them.And love you all the more for it.
oh, that's rough! i'm glad those days are a ways off for me. i just have to deal with a small child wandering around the house eating straight butter (by hand, no fork) and then touching every clean surface. want to trade for a day?
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