Here we go again......
I have said it before and I will say it again, 'raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree'.
There are a lot of guys and gals on here who have young children. Well I give you credit, I don't think I could handle the tears and the diapers etc. Then there are the toddlers, they have learnt tantrums. All these to us veterans with PTSD I suppose, is like waving a red flag at a bull.
Well the majority of my children are adults now, but having moved in with my fiancee in May, I have managed to enjoy the added on advantage of two teenage girls and a 12 year old boy (I think they call them tweens).
Well I don't know what is worse for my mood. Argumentative teenagers who have learnt how to twist words and think they can get the better of you, who yell at you, or a screaming two year old. At least with a two year old you can lock them in their room, give them a treat, or that thousand yard death stare, to shut them up.
What to do with the teenagers. Apparently the rationality side of a child does not finish developing until they are nearly 21. f*ck me that explains a lot. With a woman, it does not develop at all (Jokes).
The 18 year old. Who over here is now old enough to vote, old enough to drink, old enough to drive and has finished school. Well, she seems to think a 24 hour week is a long week. She seems to think that everyone has to get out of the way when she has to do something.
Well, we got home at lunchtime after going to watch my 14 yr old boy play rugby league (they won and he scored a try) and the sink was full of dirty dishes, including one from the night before which she said she would get around to. So, me being tired from the two hour return trip, back a bit sore, a bit stressed from kids screaming at the footy match, should have gone and had some 'Time Out', but there was no time like the present and I let her have it both barrels.
I just tell you this much, I felt like using a couple of zip ties and some masking tape on her. Maybe a wet sugar sack over her head.
But what they have to learn is that we as parents, whether my children or not, we love and treat all the same.
I welcome anyone's bitch if they feel the need.
I have said it before and I will say it again, 'raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree'.
There are a lot of guys and gals on here who have young children. Well I give you credit, I don't think I could handle the tears and the diapers etc. Then there are the toddlers, they have learnt tantrums. All these to us veterans with PTSD I suppose, is like waving a red flag at a bull.
Well the majority of my children are adults now, but having moved in with my fiancee in May, I have managed to enjoy the added on advantage of two teenage girls and a 12 year old boy (I think they call them tweens).
Well I don't know what is worse for my mood. Argumentative teenagers who have learnt how to twist words and think they can get the better of you, who yell at you, or a screaming two year old. At least with a two year old you can lock them in their room, give them a treat, or that thousand yard death stare, to shut them up.
What to do with the teenagers. Apparently the rationality side of a child does not finish developing until they are nearly 21. f*ck me that explains a lot. With a woman, it does not develop at all (Jokes).
The 18 year old. Who over here is now old enough to vote, old enough to drink, old enough to drive and has finished school. Well, she seems to think a 24 hour week is a long week. She seems to think that everyone has to get out of the way when she has to do something.
Well, we got home at lunchtime after going to watch my 14 yr old boy play rugby league (they won and he scored a try) and the sink was full of dirty dishes, including one from the night before which she said she would get around to. So, me being tired from the two hour return trip, back a bit sore, a bit stressed from kids screaming at the footy match, should have gone and had some 'Time Out', but there was no time like the present and I let her have it both barrels.
I just tell you this much, I felt like using a couple of zip ties and some masking tape on her. Maybe a wet sugar sack over her head.
But what they have to learn is that we as parents, whether my children or not, we love and treat all the same.
I welcome anyone's bitch if they feel the need.