If you’ve just picked this up, please hold on a second while I compose myself. Or compose my thoughts on the riddle wrapped up in an enigma stiffed into a Russian doll hidden in a labyrinth on the outer edges of a conundrum that is my young teenage daughter’s brain, and process our latest run-in.
K had asked me the night before to call her a little earlier for school, so she could do her hair. This a lengthy and intricate process that involves hair-straighteners, clips, false starts, sighs and the occasional expletive, which we may or may not choose to ignore. Choose your battles, they say — we seem to be choosing our interventions.
She can only use the mirror in the main bathroom for this ritual because apparently the full length mirror in her room isn’t full length enough to allow her to do all this standing up. Or sitting down without using her brother’s chair from his bedroom — which she often nabs without asking him. His room is on one side of the bathroom and her’s is on the other side.
“Two more minutes,” she said when I called her before 7am. She was still there 15 minutes later after I came up having taken out the dog, turned on the heating and a few other bits and pieces. She was the one who had asked me to call her, remember?
In the meantime, our boy O is finally coming to after being called a few times. He had football training in a biting wind and slanting rain the evening before and had opted for a morning shower.
This one seems to be working better: you’ve got a strong-willed kid so instead of ultimatums you offer options: “You want your shower now or in the morning?’ — ‘morning’ — “sound!”
His feet had finally reached the bedroom floor when I noticed the cord from K’s hair-straightener stretching from the socket in the landing and running under the door of the main bathroom.
“K, O has to have a shower … we said that last night … that’s why you asked to be called early …
“Woooohhh!”, she exclaimed, or something like that and stomped her foot.
“I neeeddd to do my hair!”
“Yes, but you will have to do it in your own room, O has to have a shower, you know that.”
The bathroom door is flung open and K is standing there fuming like the Evil Queen in Snow White, another woman who had issues with mirrors.
Luckily K doesn’t do bad spells, and there was no thunder or coloured lightning flashing, but if looks could kill …
“You never think about anybody else only yourselves,” she bristled, brushing past me and heading for her room, slamming the door behind her.
O, meanwhile, says to me, “I don’t have time for a shower now, we’ve wasted too much time …”
“Nice try, my boy, now get into that shower .…”
He grins as he heads for the bathroom.
K is only getting warmed up.
“I will have to get O’s chair to do my hair properly.”
She’s talking about the office chair in O’s room, where he does his homework. This had caused an almighty rumpus last night when she had taken it without his permission and he wanted it back. IMMEDIATELY! It was late and O was beyond tired so there was no time for subtlety or negotiation.
“Give me my chair … NOWWW!”
“It’s my chair, you BITCH … ”
That kind of thing.
Now, I’m at the door of K’s room, knocking on the door, opening it and talking to the back of her head, as she sits seething on the edge of her bed, beside the floor mirror.
“Look you can’t just take his chair, you know what happened last night …”
“It’s your own fault,” she shoots back, “all talk about getting me a new chair …
“Hang on a second here, K, what is all this anger, shouting …
“I’m not SHOUTING … you’re just wasting my time now, I have to get READY! … please GET OUT of my room!”
She’s still not even looking at me, her arms folded in the highest dudgeon, and then some.
Of course I can’t let it pass. I know she is not listening, and cares less, but I feel duty bound to lay on the Dad lecture.
“We said we would get you a chair, but you wouldn’t go with Mom when she wanted to go to Ikea … but this is us buying you a chair because yes, you could do with one, but you are not ENTITLED to it … we are the ones PAYING for it, not you, so at least some kind of thanks …” I know I’ve lost because my angry voice has escaped out of me.
“Who’s the one shouting?” she says, all calm and reasonable.
“And what’s this anger thing,” I bluster on … “It’s just not acceptable … you want something from us and you are INSULTING us and ABUSING us … how does that make any kind of sense?”
“Look Dad I need to get READY! Get OUT! NOW!”
I truth I am giving my own arse a headache with my sanctimonious guff, but I feel caught between a rock and a hard place … trying to puncture this bubble of self-centred entitlement and get her to engage with us and her brother in a respectful manner, the way people negotiate in the real world, the one we are supposed to be preparing her for.
I turn away and head downstairs.
The next 20 minutes passes off against a backdrop of simmering tension, with O joining in our condemnations of K’s behaviour, so we have to turn on him and remind him he is not the parent here.
“Listen here, O, you’re her younger brother, and there you are having a go at her, and acting like you are her parent … how would you feel if you had a younger sister and she was doing that to you … just cop on, will you!”
He just smirks, continuing to insult her with his eyes and hand gestures that stop when we are looking, as she glares malevolently at him from her crouched position over her bowl of Golden Crunch.
Naturally enough none of this behavious seems to happen when K is with her friends, and by all account she is a properly polite kid in her class in school, participates well and all that, and I suppose we should be glad that Hurricane K seems to be confined to our house.
But, it’s bloody exhausting.
How crazy is it to be shattered, mentally and physically, half an hour after getting up! My first coffee of the day when they finally all go out the door a pick me up rather than a relaxing brew?
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My deepest sympathies!
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Ha ha! Thanks Derbhile!
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Exhausted just reading this. I feel you pain with three teenage girls ruling the roost. Sometimes coffee just doesn’t cut it!
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It’s only coffee during the day — something a little stronger later, for medicinal purposes of course!
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I go through this exact same thing with my teenage daughter. Honestly reading this is like looking at my life. We have one bathroom and set up my daughter with ‘the perfect bedroom’ but yet everything is done in the bathroom. Anything said creates a very volitile response.
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It’s incredible isn’t it! Good job we’re not alone! Thanks for commenting
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Count yourself lucky you have one of each. I have two daughters: the sense of being outnumbered could be overwhelming at times 😊
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My wife ballances things lout somewhat … but at certain times!!! ….
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balances
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Gosh! My oldest is 12 and I can completely relate to this post although she hasn’t mustered the courage to throw any expletives in! That said, this morning she has stolen my dressing table mirror and left in a hump because her hair ‘wasn’t right’. Thanks for sharing #DreamTeam
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The expletives drive me ####ing nuts! She is impulsive and unfortunately, impulsivity and expletives go well together!! I suppose I do focus on the dramatic side. There are long moments of non-conflict — when she’s on her phone, asleep, in her room, or variations on all three!!! I console myself with the thought she is a strong character and the trick is the channel that in a positive way. Still looking for that trick though…
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Ahh! I feel your pain! I have a 15 & 10 year old girls…Teenage girls are such hard work. I’m sure I was nothing like that as a teen. hehehe #BloggersBest
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Of course not – just like I was Boy Of The Year regularly — not!!!
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I can SO relate! Although I have two boys, so it’s less about getting ready and more about fighting over brushing teeth in the bathroom or getting ready for school. When I return home from the school run that first coffee is amazing, especially if I’m in my office while drinking it. My office is my sanctuary!
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Mine too! Of course our darling girl is an angel outside! Thanks for commenting Morgan
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I often wonder this on a daily basis haha, thanks for linking up to this weeks #BloggersBests
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Delighted to link up. A great idea and great way to meet so many new people online. Thanks for your comment
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That sounds so stressful. I thought getting a two year old to nursery was bad enough #thursdayteam !
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It’s only occasionally, thank heavens. Anything remotely resembling stress can cause havoc. That’s stress as determined by her ladyship!☺thanks for reading and commenting
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Oh my word. I’m shattered on your behalf. I wonder if a chair will solve the getting ready issue or if it’s just a morning thing that will eventually fizzle out. The logic of teens 🙂 Thanks for stopping by the #DreamTeam
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Hi Annette a new chair will help but what would really make the difference would be a new attitude!!☺
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I’m really sorry to break this to you, but all of that sounds perfectly normal to me. If she’s behaving appropriately at school and with her friends then she’s half way there. I’m afraid you’ll just have to keep reminding her that her behaviour is unacceptable in the home and hope that one day she gets it. I have two adult kids and have been through it all…I also have three young ones so I have to go through it all again!!
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I know it’s perfectly normal in our house, but I shudder to think it’s perfectly normal — when it is is when I will have to throw my hands up and give up! The trouble always centres around trying to set acceptable behaviour standards: to say we disagree on on what is unacceptable would be a bit of an understatement! We’ll go on — no turning back now.! Lol
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Siblings know just the pressure points to keep on at, don’t they! I’m dreading the teenage years, my older two will start at around the same time so we are probably doomed… Thanks for linking up to #globalblogging
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Much appreciated
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I wrote a post on my IG yesterday about my three year old preparing me for teenage years with her saying ‘that I must’ (if I must) and reading this I feel I need to up my parenting game in a few years 😉 Thanks for sharing this with #thursdayteam
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I’m sure you’ll do fine!
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I see glimpses of teenagerisms in my girls and I freak! I feel for you, and all of us! OMG! #dreamteam xoxo
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It’s one heck of a ride, Lisa — luckily not without a lot of upsides too. They are probably just not as interesting to write about!!
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Hahaha, were you a fly on the wall in our house too?! It’s amazing how teenage girls are all the same. However, I must have been one too at some stage but I know I wasn’t allowed to get away with that type of behavior, either parenting has changed since we were younger or kids have! I love how she tells you “YOU never think about anybody else only yourselves,” such classic projection, and so irritating, those kind of statements always leave me with my jaw on the floor. #BlogCrush
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It really is incredible that they actually genuinely believe in this injustice that is being visited upon them. And yes, this way of talking back … I was gobby enough as a teen … but never the way our teenager speaks to us sometimes. I wonder is it influenced by some of those bratty teens in some if the stuff she watches on netflix and YouTube? But she has a lot of positives too I should stress!!☺ Thanks Libby
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That’s a good point, it’s tempting to dwell on their foibles but I have to say I’m very proud of the lovely person my daughter can be too!
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Thankfully I have a few years before there will be any teens in my house but… I totally remember having these arguments with my own brother (I was an older sister too) and my dad. Haha. #blogcrush
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Funny how we conveniently forgot these things when we’re admonishing our kids!!☺
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