Living with a teenager is quite like living with an overly opinionated, randomly emo, rather ignorant, squaking parrot who you love to bits but want to silence by throwing a tarp over.
TO and I were delving into a new chapter that’s just started in Science and it was a slightly bumpy roller coaster ride- for me. 🤢
See, I know the kids’ tendency to yawn, stretch and curl up into a ball at the mere thought of homework or academics. 😴😴😴Been there, done that and I now channelize those skills when confronted with housework. But that’s a different story for a different day.
When TO and I were talking about measurements, we were trying (I was) to discuss why there were differences in the units of measurements for a particular substance. And I mentioned the Mariana Trench (I shouldn’t have)🌊🌊🌊 and from there the talk wildly veered to whales, 🐳🐳🐳their mass, 🐋🐋🐋 which whales went where and why and away we went! 🤦♀️🤦♀️
And asking a child to put a 📌 in something is like trying to curb a force of nature. It is very difficult to do, sustain and even repeat if the occasion calls for it. 🙇♀️🙇♀️
By the time one of his little friends called to check if he was free to play, I practically pushed him out the🚪! I was all tuckered out from meter-long fingers and foot-long glasses and kilograms of ocean water being tossed around.
- You find toothpaste on the ceiling of your bathroom/top of the shower cubicle and pretty much everywhere but on the toothbrush.
- You see animal figurines appearing in laundry baskets, inners, the fridge and also the vegetable baskets.
- The little hooman hides the remote in his school backpack as payback for switching the telly off.
- There’s a T-Rex silhouette behind the glass in a dark bathroom where you lit tealight candles.
- There food’s on the table, it gets eaten, leftovers get put away and suddenly the cries of “I’m hungry” echo throughout the house.
- You go to the loo to do your business and there’s a persistent knocking on the door and questions of what you’re doing, how long you’ll be and why you went in there start raining down.
- The little hoomans look at you and all they can say is Netflix/chips/buy me top-ups for games.
- The moment you think, “Ah! some peace and quiet” a little voice pipes up, “Wotchu doing Ayu? Can I do it with you?”
Despite all my gripes, and there are many I agree; I want to reiterate that there are mothers out there who proudly proclaim that their little angels are the best thing to grace this planet since the discovery of coffee. To them I say, “liar liar pants on fire!”