… but actually, she’s a teenager.
Good grief, what a morning we’ve had. When she gets stressed, she yells – usually at me. Because I am generally the one around, I suppose. I’ll be glad when school is over for the season. Then I think we’ll spend the summer teaching her to clean and do her laundry because I am tired of doing it all. My own fault – I should have started making her do this stuff a long time ago, but I have a tendency to prefer to do it myself because 1) it gets done correctly and I’m picky 2) I don’t like arguing with her, and making her do stuff tends to cause arguements 3) I don’t do my “chores” often enough so I’m usually in a big hurry to get it done and don’t have the time to show her things. Ugh.
She’s a pretty dang good kid for a teenager, honestly. But, still. There is just something about that time of life, huh? The condition of her hair was making her life absolutely tragic this morning. I never realized that as a parent you totally have to relive that stupidness. sigh