Or continues.
The drama.
I thought the drama of a 2 year old. Or 3 year old. Or even a 4 year old was all a grown woman could bear.
BUT I WAS WRONG.
In my home, we are teetering on the edge of teen-dom and in the thick of tweendom, and HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? A 9 year old girl and an almost 12 year old boy and…
I HAD NO IDEA.
Right now (9:49 p.m.) my husband is making an emergency run.
To the local “why-do-we-patronize-that-place-oh-yeah-because-they-sell-BenandJerry’sChubbyHubby” store.
Because my mental well being depends on it.
Yes, Ben and Jerry hold my sanity in a simple carton.
I have to hold back the details of the specific drama that befell our home tonight… simply because as my kids get older, I realize I have to protect them from one day getting slammed against a locker because their blogger-of-a-mother had loose lips finger tips.
I will say this, we did manage to stop short of anyone “tearing one’s own robes”. Thankfully we were able to keep things just under a King Saul level of distress.
But barely.
I may exaggerate. But… you know how it feels IN those moments. The drama can feel Biblical in it’s proportion. For both the tweens and the parents.
Why do I share this?
I am not sure. I have no point to make. Or lesson to share.
I just know this – the sun will rise and a new morrow will begin… I can’t help but feel this is just a foreshadowing of events to come, and I am not encouraged.
I thought dealing with a whacked-out 4 year old who was on the edge of being able to communicate was close to the toughest mental challenge a mother could face. But set that next to a 9-12 year old that CAN communicate but CAN’T because of all the strange things their bodies are putting them through, and…
Pray for me.
Do you have tweens/teens? Can I pray for you?
I’m serious. Have mercy on all our parenting tweens and teens souls!
2 conclusions so far:
- These next 12 years (I have a 6 y.o) will cost my children their inheritance… for it will be spent on Ben and Jerry’s
- It will also be spent on gym fees. Because I CAN and DO eat an entire pint in one sitting. *feels muffin top*
- I kid. There is no inheritance waiting for my kids. So I guess I am spending their therapy money on ice cream?
- Who am I kidding. They’re gonna pay for their own therapy. I have my own therapy to pay for.
- I’m kidding. I’m not in therapy right now.
- Operative words being “right now”.
I leave you with this… a picture. A picture of a happy family. Call it what you will… denial, positivism… But it’s proof that we are able to be happy together.
Or at the very least, fake it.
I’m kidding.
A little.
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