My Plan to Survive the Teenage Years

You may or may not have noticed that I don't blog a lot about my teenage daughter. That's because 1) she can read, and 2) lately it's been a stretch to find something cute to write about. Taking away her cell phone and grounding her for talking back don't exactly make for warm fuzzy posts.

 

 

 

Now don't get me wrong, B still has her cute moments and redeeming qualities.  Like when she wants to snuggle on the couch after a long day or stay up late to bake cookies and talk about girl stuff with me. Or when she spends hours on end playing tractors with her brother or reading stories to her baby sister. And she's wicked smart. I have no idea where she gets her smartness (is that a word?) from. I have a few ideas where she gets her stubbornness from, and it's not me, I'm not stubborn. Okay maybe just a smidge, so it shouldn't come as any surprise that she is just as stubborn as me, if not more so. When she digs her heels in about something, she digs all the way to China and back. And these two stubborn heads battle it out every single day at my house. Sometimes my husband just watches in disbelief. I think he secretly finds it amusing. My daughter is the kind of girl who knows what she wants, tells you what she wants, and will fight with you about it until you cave in from sheer exhaustion. And don't even get me started on the talking back. I have no idea where she's learned all of the wonderful phrases that come out of her mouth. It couldn't possibly be from me.

 

The thing that scares me the most, is that when ever I complain to people about the teenage drama that goes down at my house on a daily basis, they chuckle and say "Just wait." Well friends, you heard it here first. If what they say is true, I'm moving out. I will pack up my ipad, my stack of unread people magazines, and drive off into the sunset in my new minivan. I'll go and find myself a cute little one bedroom apartment where teenagers {and toddlers, and babies and husbands} are not permitted. I'll buy an absurd amount of chocolate and drink wine and enjoy the peacefulness of not having the door slammed in my face. Yes I think that is my plan, I will move out.

 

Until then, I have a cell phone to take away. Again.