My preteen daughter had a complete meltdown in the middle of Wal-Mart today. Oh the drama. My reaction to her meltdown was to shout out that she “needed a hug from Mommy” but that only upset her more.
So, then I asked her (apparently too loudly) if she needed any pads? Then she really about lost her damn mind. Not like she wasn’t already going to need therapy after being stuck with me as a Mom. I know, I feel for her, I wouldn’t want to be stuck with me either.
I am glad I only have *one* girl, I get along better with the boys. I look at my daughter and I just don’t know what the hell to do with her or to say to her most of the time. And hell she is so like me and then some – pass the Xanax.
At her age I hated my Mom and was all about my Dad. Some days I wonder how My Mom survived me. There were days… many days that I am getting paid back for. Hell, I made her a Grandmother at 38. If anyone would have told me that my Mom would one day be my best friend, I would never have believed them. So, I do have a little bit of hope.
Its a bitch when you are standing there staring at this person that is so much like you and at the same time you are having a flash back from your own childhood. Only my Mom was much more sane and calm then I am, I think. I am more like my Dad – calm, cool and collected he would say, but NOT.
I think in part, I am just burnt out. I am sick of arguing with the Man over the kids and with the kids over Dad. All of them think I don’t defend *them* and its tiring. Being a Mom and Wife is one of the most underappreciated jobs I have ever had. Yea, yea, I know I need to stop whining – it could be worse, much worse.
Just a random rant of sorts on my way to bed.
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If you figure out how to handle the meltdowns please let me know! Cause I’m at wits end with my daughter
Have you been spying on me? I swear this is so going on at my crib only it’s with my 17 y/o son. I am so on the verge of insanity. Thank God for blog therapy.
Oh gosh, I used to have meltdowns on my mom all the time, and I don’t know what kept her from beating me sometimes. She’d take me shopping, and this was back in the 80s when those cropped, above-the-ankle jeans were so popular. I’d go try on a pair, and being such a short stack, everything was always way too long and I’d just about go batshit. ::shudders:: I am so glad I outgrew that. I hope it’s a hormonal thing with your daughter, and that it passes soon. Real soon!
Thanks guys, glad to know I am not alone! Feeling a little bit better today but it won’t last long ;) lol.
Hang in xoxoxox
I swear you dont receive my emails girl! lol. Or IM’s for that matter.
Anyway my daughter Hollie is just like me and I dont get along with her worth a crap. Infact I just blogged about it today since its her 9th birthday.
Ugh. One of these days we’ll meet up online and swap drama stories about these kids of ours! lol.
I’ve often wondered how my mom managed to stay sane after dealing with me as a teenager. I literally put my parents through hell for about 4 years. To this day, I’m still apologizing for it, too.