Here’s my new catch phrase:
Teenagers are the worst.
Favorite quotes from the twins: “I hate this place.” “Get off my back.” “Our family’s always fighting.” and “You’re crazy”.
Well duhh I’m crazy- I agreed to raise teenagers!
The worst part about it is these comments come after asking to go over homework, trying to see a class schedule, needing to know what the plans are after school- are they going somewhere with friends or coming straight home, asking them to take on some responsibility of setting up their own sleepover, or having to work late and asking them to cook their own dinner (they are 16 in October).
Don’t get me wronge these kids are two wonderful human beings but sometimes I need to remind myself of that- like recite a mantra aloud remind myself. Poppy and I may go head to head but we breath, come back, talk about it openly, find solutions, and move on. My brother- not so much. He’s not a talker and even when you think things are better- he holds grudges. I love him but I really think he hates me sometimes- hates me, hates me. I told one of my co-workers this and she was like, “Well duhh, he’s a teenager and your his parent.” I understand that with parenting I’ll be responsible for my fair share of therapy sessions when he’s older but I don’t want to be responsible for all of them. I don’t want to be the bad guy that takes the hit for all of his anger.
I’m giving up the last years of my 20’s to take care of these two people as they transform into adults with a hope that maybe possibly one day they will understand what a big sacrifice Charlie and I have made to help them have everything they want and become kind, functioning, and mostly happy human beings.
My brother got physical the other day after I tried to take away his cellphone because he would’t go over his homework- he’s tall and strong. I don’t think he knows his strength but when he gets mad he’s like the hulk. He’s done this with all three of his sisters and broken a door frame slamming it. Here’s the thing. He’s a really good kid and handles a lot of bullshit. He’s been through so much- but so have the rest of us.
Charlotte and I had to make some changes. He’s not learning how to drive until he’s able to handle following instructions with his current freedoms. He’s starting football but if he’s ever physical or uses his size for intimidation he will have to sit out of the next game.
His aggression is fine on the field but the moment the aggression comes off the field so does he.
-someone really smart
I remember being younger and being so made at my dad and telling him that I hated him- which was so far from the truth. He was just the person that dictated my world and as a teen that person is always the bad guy. My dad would say, “Well sometimes that’s how a parent knows their doing a good job.”