Lately, my mornings have taken a turn for the eerie. Imagine rolling over to find a shadowy figure hovering nearby, reminiscent of a creature from a horror flick—only to realize that it’s just my middle child, a once-adorable 9-year-old girl who has transformed into a moody tween overnight.
This new version of her sometimes emits groans, stomps around, and delivers impassioned rants about how unfair life is: “It’s still dark out! The alarm is SO mean! Mornings are the worst!” And honestly, I can’t blame her. I, too, feel like a sloth on a bad day—specifically, a sloth that’s been injected with a dose of rage-inducing caffeine. This is precisely why I try to set up the morning routine the night before: uniforms, backpacks, lunches—all laid out to make my sluggish mornings easier.
But sharing a home with three kids means my plans often go awry. Recently, my formerly sweet girl has been putting my patience to the ultimate test. Just last week, chaos erupted in the bathroom. I had barely woken up when my youngest, blissfully ignorant of the newly established rule against blocking the bathroom door while an older sibling is inside, found herself on the receiving end of a swift kick from her sister.
As I sat there, half-awake on the toilet, I could only watch in disbelief. My youngest retaliated with tears, and I, feeling utterly trapped, calmly exited the bathroom, firmly shutting the door behind me (let’s just ignore that little incident).
Naturally, this led to a full-blown meltdown, with my now-tween daughter charging out of the bathroom like a raging ghost. I attempted to remain invisible and escape the impending confrontation, but she had other plans. That’s when I finally lost it and unleashed the full force of my parental wrath—complete with a dramatic hairdryer speech.
Both of us were left fuming. As I reached for my much-needed coffee, she snatched my phone and edited herself out of a family photo, opting for a new wallpaper that featured just her sisters. Clearly, I had been demoted from mom to just another bystander.
But later that day, she asked for my phone again and reverted the picture back. Just like that, my sweet girl resurfaced, and we shared a laugh about our morning antics.
However, the next day, the morning horror show returned, this time aimed at her dad. We tried a few nights of early bedtimes, which helped a bit, yet the rude awakenings persisted. Then, just when I thought I had seen it all, she called me into her room, bubbling with excitement. “Mom! Smell my armpit! It stinks!” Sure enough, the odor was something straight out of a food truck gone wrong.
So, I’ve decided it’s time for a long vacation to escape the tween years. Anyone interested in joining me?
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Summary
This humorous piece delves into the chaotic experiences of parenting a tween, showcasing the struggles and transformations that occur as children grow. It reflects on the challenges of managing morning routines while also highlighting moments of connection and laughter amidst the chaos.
Keyphrase: Surviving the Tween Years
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