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azurelunatic) wrote2002-01-08 12:42 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-01-08 12:42 am
I just don't know what to say!
When I come home and try to get my laundry and other household chores done, and then I'm faced with a yelling, hostile teenager, one who's not my own daughter, while I'm trying to relax from a stressful day at work...
Yes, the house is a mess. Yes, I keep excessively odd hours. Yes, the more anyone picks up, the messier it gets. Yes, Adam has been sending off hostile vibes all evening.
However.
I'm trying to pick up. I want to pick up before I go to bed. I have to do my laundry before I go to bed because I need clothes to wear to school in the morning. I have to stay awake to do my laundry. I told Adam to ground himself, and he did. He feels safe now. I can walk up and touch him and I won't get zapped. I will not yell back. I will not offer my bed in my room, because I am going to be in and out of there, and I'd soon as not get grouched at for trying to collect my books and calculator and paper and pens into one place for early tomorrow morning.
No, I will not cater to the whiny preference of a PMS'ing teenager in my own house when I have things to do.
Yes, I sound like a bitchy mean grown-up, just like her mother in fact. There is a perfectly good bed in Votania's room, and all the princess has to do is scootch the clean laundry over and crash there with her blankie and her pillow in peace, quiet, silence, and dark.
Does the princess want to do that? No, the princess wants to go for a walk. Good. The princess needs to go for a walk. And the princess's idea of getting her own apartment is a very good one, because everyone does need their own private space to themselves. The princess is perfectly welcome to hang out here at any time, but the princess does need a room where she can run and lock the door and nobody else is going to barge in, and the looney bin is really not the ideal place for that.
I just don't know what to say when dealing with grouchy hormonal teenagers.
Yes, the house is a mess. Yes, I keep excessively odd hours. Yes, the more anyone picks up, the messier it gets. Yes, Adam has been sending off hostile vibes all evening.
However.
I'm trying to pick up. I want to pick up before I go to bed. I have to do my laundry before I go to bed because I need clothes to wear to school in the morning. I have to stay awake to do my laundry. I told Adam to ground himself, and he did. He feels safe now. I can walk up and touch him and I won't get zapped. I will not yell back. I will not offer my bed in my room, because I am going to be in and out of there, and I'd soon as not get grouched at for trying to collect my books and calculator and paper and pens into one place for early tomorrow morning.
No, I will not cater to the whiny preference of a PMS'ing teenager in my own house when I have things to do.
Yes, I sound like a bitchy mean grown-up, just like her mother in fact. There is a perfectly good bed in Votania's room, and all the princess has to do is scootch the clean laundry over and crash there with her blankie and her pillow in peace, quiet, silence, and dark.
Does the princess want to do that? No, the princess wants to go for a walk. Good. The princess needs to go for a walk. And the princess's idea of getting her own apartment is a very good one, because everyone does need their own private space to themselves. The princess is perfectly welcome to hang out here at any time, but the princess does need a room where she can run and lock the door and nobody else is going to barge in, and the looney bin is really not the ideal place for that.
I just don't know what to say when dealing with grouchy hormonal teenagers.