I'm not going to survive the teen years, and neither are they.
Has anyone ever told you how much teenage boys suck?
They have?
I have?
Well, if they keep up the crap they are currently doing, they will die before reaching their eighteenth birthdays.
The teens are coming into their own, they have their own ideas and thoughts, growing up.
Yay, that's all fine and dandy, but if their mouths keep running like they are, their lips are gonna get knocked clear into next week.
I had that nice back massage today, I had a semi-decent day.
Then they came home.
Now I'm considering asking my therapist if they have hot tubs for patient use, so I can come soak away the stress.
He gave me an awesome neck massage, I was feeling great, now my neck muscles are so tense, one slap to my face, my whole head would probably snap off.
Sebastian is being sarcastic and mouthy to me, Mark is being sarcastic and mouthy to him, which makes Sebastian turn around and be all mouthy back.
It's just going in circles now.
All I asked was a simple question, and I'm getting the most obnoxious answers back.
I'm ready to kill them!
Awhile back, Mark said the most hateful thing to me, and I just turned and said I love you, and then locked myself in the bathroom and cried.
Sebastian is starting to say the same hateful and hurtful things, and for what reason?
Am I some wicked horrible mother?
No!
I go out of my way to make sure they are happy and have the things that keep them happy, and clothes, and food, and fun stuff, while I wear the same 6 black t-shirts I bought myself one at a time on sale for the cheap, so they could come first.
They are being rude, mean, and un-greatful, and I'm over it!
If it doesn't stop, all the things they have, shall be wiped off the face of the earth with the fat end of a hammer.
They have been warned, they know I mean business, all it's going to take tonight is one more sarcastic anything.
I dare them.
I triple dog dare them.
Comments
*hugs*
I've been there a few times, and will be there probably many more times before mine reach 18.
Posted by: Devilish Southern Belle | February 6, 2008 9:30 PM
When I was about 13 I started to feel realy big and tough and one day I called my mom the B word....it only took one time for me to learn respect...after my dad had a little talk with me my jaw was sore for a week...I am 45 now and to this day I will not talk back or disrespect my mom...you better tell the boys that you have a big, mean friend and although I live in Utah I have a credit card and know how to buy a plane ticket.
Posted by: John | February 7, 2008 2:49 AM
I've got a son that is 14 and a daughter that is about to turn 18. I understand now why the teenage years are so tough. That way, when they leave, you breathe a sigh of relief. Seriously, hang in there. Ten years from now, you won't remember any of this.
Posted by: Lori | February 7, 2008 7:35 AM
Next time you go shopping for clothes for them, buy YOURSELF something -- even if it's one new T-shirt -- they need to see that you value yourself as much as you do them.
Posted by: Chris (Singer) | February 7, 2008 8:14 AM
Well... it sounds like they need to visit our house and Chris and give them a talking to.... Not yelling or threats, he has a way of making the kids realize what they are doing.
Posted by: Mindy | February 7, 2008 1:48 PM
As you know, I can so relate to this. I don't have any advice, but I do sympathize. I finally had it out with my smart-ass & things have been a little better since then.
Posted by: Dyane | February 7, 2008 6:12 PM