Sunday, January 2, 2011

Dont Get Me Wrong

Don't get me wrong.  I love my kids.  This is not even a "I love my kids, but ..." post.

I love my kids.  Period.  Unconditionally.  Forever and always.  Blah, blah, blah.

I love my kids, but ... being the single mom of two teenage boys sucks.  Sucks bad.

I totally get that I'm not the first single parent in the world, or the only one.  I can't even use the excuse that I'm the least experienced one, since I've been going at it almost a year now.  I was raised by a pretty competent one, in fact, who also had two concurrent teenage boys.  And two simultaneous teenage girls.  But we were the sensible ones, so I like to think we mitigated a bit.  And when she was done with us, she still had one more left to go.

Argue all you want about politics, Agent 96, and society, and how people stink and there's no God, and go right ahead and argue that comic books are literature.  And yeah, you can even have input into bedtimes, and menus, and schedules, and extracurricular activities.  But this getting an argument about every little thing is getting really old really fast.  If I mention that we need a new couch, you know what would be totally awesome?

"Okay, Mom."


  1. So true Linda LOL! And couch shopping, OY! My daughter whined for two days when we didn't get the couch that SHE wanted that btw would not even fit in the room.
    Happy New Year and happy shopping!!! Colleen W

  2. Thanks, Colleen ... I find it a wee bit reassuring that the mom of a teenage GIRL has the same feelings! 96's complaint while sofa shopping: Why do I have to take pictures of all the sofas you like? How about this: because you don't like any of them. Now shut up and take the picture.

  3. OMG! I say the same thing to my 12 year old! How about, " Okay, Mom." Not even expecting an excited OK mom, just not an argument or snarky remark in reply to everything I say. I remember once seeing a mom and her 6th grade daughter laughing together and I, in the throes of keeping myself from strangling my 8th grade daughter, nastily told that mom to enjoy it while it lasts because pretty soon she'll hate you! I know it doesn't last forever, as my experience from raising that daughter tells me, but it sure does seem to go on for an eternity! Denise Grayzell

  4. Thanks, Denise -- is your tween giving you the same kind of lip as my t/w/eens? Yours is eternally about four in my mind, with that gigantor head of curls, quietly and gently petting C in the corner of my kitchen. I can't imagine him talking you you "like that!"