parenting (not) teenagers
Oh, thanks for the slightly barbed response, Google.
Posting this on Facebook this morning having googled for help, my friends (most now with children of the same age or older) were amused. And full of helpful advice
like run for the hills and take the wine with you like ‘let them rant, it’s what they do’ and ‘take it on the chin – the concepts of fairness, debate and meeting halfway are way beyond teenagers’. It calmed me down, which calmed her down, which meant we made friends and our day was much nicer than it would otherwise have been.
We’ve worked out that at one point we’re going to have six teenagers in the house. I’m thinking there might be an opening for this blog to be sponsored by a wine company. No1 isn’t even there yet and already we’re living in a storm of hormones and ranting. They’ve had a tough year though, and lots of change. Which brings me to my next point (this blog is brought to you by the twin spurs of procrastination and insomnia).
You know the friends you don’t see for ages? The ones who send a Christmas card with a scribbled note about what they’ve been up to? Well. I sort of forgot to write cards this year. And I realised I need change of address cards. I was discussing it this morning on twitter with my old friend The NDM.
Hurrah for the ubiquitous someecards.com. Who needs Hallmark divorce cards?
I made my own. I think I might get some printed.
Meanwhile, back to the parenting (not) teenagers thing. This post by my friend English Mum helps. And this one by Laura about unconventional families is well worth a read. And it’s okay, because Vix has written the diary of a life-ruiner so I know I’m not alone. Gulp.