Would someone please tell me who traded my ten year old son for a van full of junior high girls with PMS? They are running around this house with all the drama, outrage and big hair only their kind can produce. I want the boy back – NOW.
On the other hand I kind of like the little monkey someone replaced my toddler with. She is standing on the chair behind me, her arms wrapped around my neck singing, “I see you Sweetheart.” Oh wait, she is actually a kitty cat named, Joyce. You have to keep shifting with this one, but I will take her any way I can get her. And that goes for the boy too, not to mention his other sister and of course, their dad.
Sometimes I have these moments in the mayhem where I see them all and my heart just fills with love and thankfulness that I get to be with them.
This is one now.
You lost me. What is this about junior high girls?
Don’t your kids ever get so emotionally overwrought that you check to make sure no one swapped them for a junior high girl.
Male, check, under 13, check, 4th grade, yes, and yet is acting exactly like a junior high girl.
I know you were too cool for school since birth but the rest of us were strung out on hormones and personal injustices from 7th grade until, well for me, just a few years ago. Maybe everyone else moderated themselves in high school.
Being supercilious was your racket of choice.
The thing that terrifies me, Alison, is that I will, in reality, have three junior-high girls within a few short years. Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy.
But I understand the odd transformations. The emotions are a powerful and mysterious force to reckon with.
Scott, God bless you.
I know what I sowed and good golly Miss Molly! I am reaping it in the Bird.
Here is my advice, you can’t lose by pulling them onto your lap and telling them you adore them and that you are there for them in everything. Telling them that they are soooooo emotional is not so helpful, but now that I have kids I understand why it is so easy to do.
Ahh, yes, I get it now, figurative language.
And I’m certain my mom would beg to differ with you on your impressions of me as a teen.
Well, I never tried to buy you a ceiling fan to hang in your room. 🙂