i’m going to run away from home or something.

calgon, take me away…………………

i have a weeping tweenager, positively sobbing, and really the drama is enough to make me want to run away from home.

minime earned some money on tuesday of this week selling some of the jewelry she made, earning around 20 bucks.  she made it all the way to today, 2 whole days, before asking me to take her to kmart to spend it when i picked her up after work.  i really didn’t want to go to kmart since i was feeling pretty tired and exasperated with the universe, but sure, why not, it won’t kill me, so off we went.

we looked at shoes.  we looked at clothes.  my feet hurt.  we looked at doodads for her hair.  my stomach was growling. we looked at markers. i wandered off to get some stuff i needed for work, and then we looked at clothes again.  she picked out a dress, but then put it back when we were on our way to the checkout.  while i was in line at the checkout, she took off, came back with a very cozy robe and some kind of lotion and put it on the counter.

we finally came home.  she put on her new robe and used whatever lotion and all was well, until bedtime.  then the boohooing started.

why are you crying?

because i spent all my money.  i don’t want this robe, i want something else. (insert wailing and weeping here)

well, next time maybe don’t hurry to spend it so you can really think about what you’d like to do with it.

i’m sad because i don’t have any more money and i want something different and now i don’t have any choices left. (more weeping)

i’m sorry.  your birthday and christmas are coming up soon, so just don’t worry about it.

but i ammmmmmmmmmmmm worried about it. (more sobbing, sniffling and wailing)

ok, ummm, ok. i love you and just  try to rest.

………so that brings us up to now.  i can hear the crying while i type.  this moody tweenager stuff is horrible.  i’m just going to pull the blankets over my head and will someone wake me when the hormones and mood swings have subsided?

I look forward to the day, oh yes

I look forward to the day when Minime’s tweenage daughter communicates primarily by rolling her eyes.  The eye roll of “ohmygod Mom, you’re so stupid.”  The eye roll of “yes I heard you but I’m not really listening.”  The eye roll of “I can’t wait until I’m 18 and can live in a super cool apartment with other beautiful people such as myself and we’ll be rich and fabulous and everyone will be so super jealous.”

Yes, I look forward to that wonderful day.  Until then, I can only watch Minime’s eyerolling antics and know that she’ll get double the trouble she gives me.  Ah, tweenagers…good times.