The other day I was told several times, in a kind of dismissive way, sometimes patronising way, that the way the “nearly the adults” are behaving – is normal. That I shouldn’t be complaining. That every other parent of “ nearly an adult “ was living the same, on a day-to-day basis. Can I be clear – I was NOT complaining!
I was lamenting that:
They come in on an evening, they grunt, they go to the fridge, they moan “there’s nothing in” despite the fridge being rammed full of the weekly shop. They grunt as they go upstairs, back to their rooms, to their “O…M…G…” online world.
They don’t bring down their washing/dirty pots/rubbish/corpses (only kidding, but you know what I mean).
They have their music on so loud the lamp shade in the lounge vibrates in time to the rhythm of what ever noise they are listening to.
They leave the toilet roll on the floor, and don’t clean the toilet after they have evacuated their entire descending intestine.
They create some abstract Art Nouveau creation with their used dinner pots on the work top ABOVE the dishwasher.
They leave the front door unlocked when they go out, and leave the back door open, so any potential intruders, would in effect not be intruders. We may as well have a big Welcome sign…
They are constantly live video chatting to someone they mentioned once, and why on earth had I forgotten about them!!!
As I walk in to MY lounge, (in the house I pay the mortgage for. Out of the money I earn. Which no one else contributes..sorry, I digress). As I walk in to THE lounge, to be confronted with one “nearly an adult”, with his tongue down the neck of his girlfriend, to be shouted at “Why don’t you knock!”
When, having knocked to enter their room, you give them an eloquent soliloquy about your latest news, they interrupt you, remove their invisible ear phones and say “did you say something?”.
When you have to text to tell them their tea is ready, and they are simply upstairs.
When you realise you are starting each of your sentences with “When you….” And reply “fairs” at the end..
When you realise that you haven’t needed to call the police since you moved.
When you have not had to help clean up their bleeding wound from their attempt to self harm.
When they have not gone missing since the night before we left.
When you haven’t been pinned against a wall, with their spit trickling down your face.
When you realise that you have been able to breathe, and not had to control your breathing.
When you know this may just be regrouping and things could start again.
But you have time. Time to regroup yourself. Time to take stock. Time to think that –
“Aren’t teenagers smelly!!!!”
And thats the easy parts of it all. Then there are the bad days.
Great blog as always.
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Ah a break for you! I hope it lasts and things stay settled xx
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Things plodding, but don’t tell anyone! x
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Your secrets safe! X
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We still have single digits, but oh my, these days are ahead! #mondaystumblelinky xo
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My two have many issues and struggles, don’t panic! Each day at a time and start each day a fresh. Thanks for reading x
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Oh, I have all this to look forward to! Thanks for linking up to #ThatFridayLinky
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I am so glad for the second part of whens – the no police, no self harm, yes to catching a break bits! 🙂 Also a bit worried as I can see my 2 boys do exactly these in a few years time… I saw your post on #WASO, but I also added your post to #blogcrush as my chosen blog to promote this week. xo
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Thank you x Hope you are ok. x
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yeah, better than a few weeks ago, thanks. I added your post to my Pinterest Adoption Blogs Board, I hope you don’t mind…
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That’s great, thank you x
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Thanks for adding me to #blogcrush too! x
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Oh Matthew I confess to laughing at moments of this. My eldest is 18 and suddenly over the last year he has morphed into a barely recognisable version of his former self. I hate it when people say well he is a teenager or it is a phase but at the moment I am beginning to think they are right. Let’s hope there is light at the end of the tunnel. Would love you to join our #TweensTeensBeyond Linky some time. #ThatFridayLinky
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Have found TweensTeensBeyond, thanks for pointing me in the direct! Will share some posts and have a look at the others. x
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Oh I’m so glad that it’s slightly easier for you at the moment – I don’t know who told you that they all behave that way, but it sounds like you certainly have a right to ‘lament’, it can’t be easy! Thank you so much for linking up with us at #Blogstravaganza
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I know how you feel , teenagers who would have them
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Thank you for linking to #ThatFridayLinky Please come back next week for
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My boy is three and has taken to replying to me in only grunts, I’m actually doomed aren’t I
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We aren’t at the teenage stage yet, but I’m dreading it already! However, I’m glad that you are going through a good patch at the moment and having a bit of time to regroup.
Also, congratulations because someone loved this post so much, they added it to the #blogcrush linky. Feel free to collect your “I’ve been featured” blog badge 🙂 #blogcrush
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My husband often tells me that he remembers what he was like as a teenager and mutters various horrors about those years under his breath. I’m glad that they’re a few years off for our boys!
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Replacing tantrums with sulks… something to look forward to!
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With 4 close in age I have all of this to look forward to!! Great post x
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Please let it be just a phase, my teen has aged me 10 years!
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Love your blog. Keep the faith and remember that you are amazing (even if they don’t always think so :))!
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