We are embarking into the world of hormones and mood swings. I knew it was coming, but I was not prepared for it AT ALL.
Amber is becoming a tween. She is advanced, she, of course, has started with the hormones, mood swings, eye rolls and anything else comes with the pre-teen set. She will be11! I don’t remember it starting this early. I am really scared for the future.
Since I have started working full time, time is at a premium. There is just never enough hours in the day to get everything done. Many things have had to wait. SoHubby mentioned last night, while grocery shopping, that I could make the frozen meal I was looking to buy. I asked him where was the time? His brilliant plan was for me to cook meals on the weekend, freeze them and then during the week I can just heat them up. Sure let’s add cooking meals for the week onto everything else I have to do on the weekends. I know, I know, moms do it all the time. Well, this mom is tired and would like to relax.
I figured after spending the first half of the day with the girls that I could negotiate some chores out of them. Oh yes, you better believe I gave the 3.75 yr old some chores. And none of that pick up your toys, bullshit. I am talking heavy duty chores. We spent the morning picking Amber up from her friend’s house after a sleepover, then it was to Old Navy to return some items (when did stores stop doing exchanges?)and ended up buying Amber some things, then we walked around the new beauty store in Elmwood. Then it was off to the mall to get a Father’s Day gift for SoHubby. We couldn’t just do that and go, there was snacks to get, because you know the kids are starving! Then we had to go to the Disney store (or as Evie says Disney World), Hot Topic and then finally we could go. The girls kept bugging me to get their nails done. What has happened to the world? I was never concerned with my nails as a child and, now, my child is constantly asking for pedicures. *sigh* And whatever Amber wants, Evie wants, too. Yeah, I am not spending $25 for a 3.75 yr old to get a pedicure, only to mess it up as soon as she walks. I talked them down to me doing their nails. In exchange, Amber would dust her and her brother’s room upstairs and then vacuum upstairs. Why shouldn’t I get some help?
Everything was fine and dandy until we get home. Then the foot stomping, huffing, whining, mean eyes and annoyance so bright you could land a plan on our front lawn started. She said she was NOT ANNOYED, but I am an annoying expert. I know when someone is annoyed. I basically told her that if she wanted something from me then she need to help out. It is not like I asked her to scrub the toilet with her toothbrush and then do 100 burpees. Then the arguing started. No matter I said she had to get the last word in. Since I am mom I shut that shit down!
Just as I was in the middle of this little tete a tete with Amber, I overheard a conversation between SoHubby and Sam. SoHubby came in and asked for Sam to help him in the yard. So Hubby has been cutting grass and doing yardwork all morning while Sam was inside in the cool air watching whatever he wanted (little secret: He wasn’t watching Superheros or Star Wars. He was watching Jessie. This blows his argument that we never let him watch his shows. His shows are the same as his sister’s shows; he just doesn’t want to admit it.) and playing on the laptop. So when I heard Sam say, “No.” I ran downstairs and got in his face. I told him that he has been doing whatever he wanted all morning and, now, was the time to help his father. SoHubby is no help. His excuse was that Sam was just joking. Everyone is joking once you call them on their bullshit. He is currently outside helping with the yard work.
I use to joke that we had kids to do chores. Now, my mindset is that they live in this house, they make the mess, they ask for things they want, so why can’t they do things around the house to help the adults out who are not only taking care of the house, but outside of the home working as well? I am not sure if this to teach my kids not to be selfish or just fed up with little tyrants barking orders. I am sure it is a little of both. And none of this negotiating crap, either. Amber will ask, “How much will you pay me?” when I tell her to do something. I have become everyone’s grumpy grandfather. I start listing off all the things she has and does. At that point she is annoyed and wants me to shut up so she goes and does what I told her to do.
It is never too early to learn that to get what you want in this world, you have to work.