I’ve not been blogging for a few days now and all had been going really well! The girls have been good; as for me I’ve just been going with the flow and actually ENJOYING it! Well I was…Apologies as this blog is not going to be about any of the subject matters this site is famed for. My brain has been taken over by teenage woes and I will surrender to this for now.
All hell broke loose come last Friday before the last Bank holiday in May 🙁 OMW! Last three days I’ve felt so drained, confused, don’t know what to do. My youngest teenager has been a complete MONSTER since breaking up from school for half term. Actually that’s not exactly true… she has been mutating into a monster even before the half-term, with an attitude to rival Vicky Pollard and a potty mouth to boot! My hand itched to smack some sense in to her at some point and I had to remember the therapy sessions alongside the meditation. It really helps. You avoid committing murder or suicide, sometimes both in whichever order takes flight.
One of the heightened rebellious acts to come out of my youngest’s crusade to use up all her teenage escapades has been that of not returning home at the agreed time, opting instead to stay out late, getting in to all sorts of scuffles that I’m not even going to go in to here more for my sake as she sometimes peeps in and reads. She is aiming to become a lawyer and the way she argues, I don’t want to end up with a lawsuit on my hands! On the occasions when she had her friend sleepover, they spent the whole 2 nights up talking and I suspect sneaking in some alcohol. I suspect this because I found a top for Dissarano bottle, and I know its liquor I definitely do not purchase. It would be futile asking either of them to own up on asking and in any case, I had to get up bleary-eyed for work from a night spent with one ear out to make sure they don’t escape out in to the night. If you think I’m joking on this, I am not! Another thing my youngest teen has taken to is a hankering to hang around with her “girls” in the park late in to the night, I also suspect with boys. Every warning or talking to just washes over her, I’ve taken to just leaving her small notes in her jacket pockets reminding her to make good choices. I doubt but hope she sees and reads these. She has been told off to the point where I catch myself questioning the sense of deja vu each time I open my mouth to say something to her. I’ve tried all sorts of tactics just to get her attention and it feels as though nothing I’ve done, tried, or said has even sunk in. Exhaustion does not even begin to cover it. Between her and her older sisters, also in their teens, it is like supervising a relay team of schizophrenic teenagers versus menopausal symptoms baying for attention.
Also I have to ask: is it just me or has any other person (especially single parents) with teenagers here in the UK found that when their teens are playing up something rotten, not many people like to offer to take them in or off the parent’s hands for some respite. If anything it has the negative effect on friendships especially if those friends have never been through parenting. Social services is an interesting body. They prefer to wait until the “child” has committed or has had something committed to them, before they can make any move. As for working single parents, well this is another interesting phenomenon. Of recent so much negative publicity has circulated in the media about single parents that woe-betide any single parent who throws in the towel and opts to stay home to raise their kids. It is ok to end up suffering from bipolar, but please do it quietly and out of society’s view. Worse still, a single parent of the diaspora community who is also looked up to for economical support by those in the motherland. I could be wrong in this observation and for this, I stand to be corrected.
Wish I could say that it’s just been one of those days – but I cannot! It is more the case of it’s one of those weeks or months! It didn’t help that the last 2 days before breaking up from school; the youngest had taken to staying out late and then opting to bunk out of lessons claiming all sorts. Either that, or making a meal out of applying makeup prior to going to school a keen to getting ready for a night out as if to audition for the Rocky Horror Show! Then there are the arguments with her sisters over personal items which are taken without permission that compose my daily alarm of being woken up by yelling and shouts of accusations with each daughter wanting me to take their story as justified. I have given up trying to reason as to why they each refuse to respect each other’s property or personal space. It’s an alien concept and I am the alien to even propose such. Empathy is something the good Lord left out in the teenage package.
One does get the occasional lull in the home. Usually this happens when the older two are engrossed on their BBMs and the youngest has the television all to herself watching Vampire diaries. The only other action from the girls would then perhaps be towards eating all the remaining snacks around in the ladder store – to avoid having to eat any home prepared meals. Anything else is too taxing and will always receive a response of “I will do it later” which usually translates, “just before I ask you for some pocket money”.
Makes you long for the toddler days when the only challenge then was minimised to the point where I had to tell them every little instruction, wash your hands, get some soap, wash soap off, turn tap off, dry your hands, get out the bath room, say good night to your goldfish etc, get up to bed and so on!
There was some flickering light at the end of the tunnel today albeit it started off wobbly. My youngest still tried to push the boundaries by going and staying out late ignoring all attempts to get her on the phone from where she was at. Eventually she returned, mumbled her usual apologies with a crest fallen look. By which time anyway it was so late I needed her to be in bed sleeping to be up early for school the following day. However, the fever of her latest escapade seems to be dissipating – for now anyway. There is a God indeed and to that my hope is refreshed! Grateful too for having an understanding and supportive partner in my life to shoulder the challenges. If I’ve not said it before sweetheart and you are reading this, I do love you and I am blessed indeed, warts and all.
Every stage of our human development is a challenge of mental agility. At this rate, I’m wondering if I will still have any left to see me through my golden years! I do apologise for going off on a rant but I am grateful that I got most of it off my chest now – well at least a great percentage of it anyway!