I remeber being a tween, pre-teen, and teenager (wasn't that long ago after all) and so i remember the bitchiness, moodswings, smarting off to any adult who looked at me funny, not speaking to my mother for a couple of years. I watch my 14yr old sister doing this same shit and laugh because i do remeber. And for the last few years i've been happy about the fact that, though i've always wanted a daughter, i don't have one. The Goddess blessed me (so i thought)with boys. Two adorable bug-catching, dirt-loving, never gonna have to explain periods to them boys. Well, turns out Karma really IS a bitch. A great big one. Just the other day i was laughing at my oldest son's aunts as they tried to figure out how to deal with his cousins starting their periods. I thought "thank god i'll never have to do that". Well, what do ya know. Boys get bitchy too. I've got an 11yr old who's as tall as me and suddenly thinks he's the "Man of the house" smarting off to me in wal-mart and telling me, and i quote, "Stop nagging me woman, i'm moving as fast as i can!" I guess he figured he was safe since he was behind the closed door of the changing room. I don't think he bothered to think through what would happen when that door finally opened. Needless to say, he learned that day that no matter how tall he gets, i will always be his mother. Last night he decided to get an attitude with his father. Now, while i'm not fond of the man, i did inform my son that he is NEVER to take that tone of voice with his father again and i promptly popped him. His response was "Will you stop smackin me already!" At which point i promptly did it again as i informed him that i carried him in my womb for nine months and then spent 7 hours tryin to push his big head out of my vagina and it was my right as his mother to smack him until the day i died whenever he was acting a fool, especially in public. If looks could kill, i wouldn't be here right now. This has been going on for about a week now, so i figure it should be over soon...at least for this month. Who knew boys had PMS? And, joy of joys, when i finally get this one through puberty i get to start all over with his little brother. I knew there had to be a reason my dad kept telling me that one day i'd wish i had a man around. I'm not sure whether i should laugh or cry. One things for sure, my mom's laughing her ass off.
