The Teenage Years

Wow.

They weren't kidding.

It's like a light bulb went off and my sweet girl went from her usual cheery self to someone's worst day pms'ing. 

This morning's conversation went like this:

me: Izzy, you're coughing like crazy. Are you sure you don't want to stay home?

Izzy: I have a math test I can't miss mom. {eye roll : I didn't actually see her do this, but I am sure it was there}

me: ok. Which period is math? I will pick you up right after.

Izzy: 3rd. Where will you pick me up though? 

me: Um, in front of the school is that a problem?

Izzy: no. {but for some reason that is unknown to me, it is} 

She begins to cough uncontrollably.

me: Do you want to bring some kleenex with you just in case?

Izzy: in case of what?

me: in case you need to spit after you cough.

Izzy: I don't need to spit though.

I've come to term's with the fact that I can't win.

And when I see her in "that mood", I tend to just ignore her and wait until such time that she switches back from werewolf to regular girl.

It usually doesn't take that long.

So, truth be told...I was {ahem} quite difficult as a young girl.

From what I recall, my poor mother could do no right. If she made me breakfast first thing, I wasn't hungry. If she didn't, I claimed I was starving.

If she asked what I was doing, I took it to mean she was being nosy.

If she didn't, I figured she didn't care.

There was no winning.

Few things are more satisfying than seeing your children have teenagers of their own.

- source unknown

I am pretty sure my mother wrote this quote.

Know that my poor husband doesn't know what hit him.

As I understand, he picked her up after band practice yesterday and she didn't speak to him the entire way home other than a few grunts.

I keep telling him she is wonderful compared to how I was.

He seems even more confused.

Dear Izzy,

We love you even if we sometimes wonder who you are and what you've done with our sweet, smiling daughter.

Love,

mom and dad