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Friday, February 6, 2009

I'm going to kill him...

Teenagers. ARGH!!!!

Logan is in grade 10. Normally, a good student. However, he's now a teen. Which means his priorities are all fucked up. Social life seems to be the most important thing... to the detriment of his education. So much so that he is behind and failing in most of his classes. I knew he was behind, and have been coaching and supporting him in catching up.

Then... THEN... yesterday was no school. When he told me on Monday, I said "what? you had a ProD day last week!". Nothing.

I get in the car last night with my sister, and she starts telling me about her daughter (who is in a different high school, same district) 's student led conference. Light dawns. I ask Logan, he goes "Awwww" like he forgot or something. Then he tries pulling some bullshit about not knowing. That he didn't get the form to fill out, which reminds him.

I admit it, I lost my temper. Being talked to like I'm a complete moron pisses me off like nothing else. He's so grounded. Then he argues that he didn't know. So I told him, or actually I yelled at him that that's just fine, he's still grounded. But he's grounded for either a) trying to snow me, or b) for being completely retarded, but either way he's grounded. (I know, not politically correct, and not one of my shiny parenting moments, but there ya go)

This morning I decided, he is grounded until I have a list of all his teachers, a filled out student led conference form, and I have had communication with each of them. THEN he asks for his allowance! No bloody way! He gives me: I was just going to buy breakfast, the cereal you gave me was stale. I told him to go grab a peice of fruit, or another breakfast option, but he's not getting his allowance, he doesn't need it, he's grounded.

THEN he yells from the front door "well, when am I getting my allowance". I lost it. I came roaring out of my office "allowance is a privelege, not a fucking right. You have no rights right now. And you give me more attitude you will be grounded for the rest of your LIFE!!!"

He stormed out, quietly slamming the door. I'm sure I'm not his favourite person right now... but that's okay, he's not mine, either.

I am soooo looking forward to empty nesting.

Thanks for listening,

Dee

6 comments:

sesame said...

Ah, life with teenagers!!!

I asked McWilkes if they had student conferences and they looked at me and said "no".

Hrrrm

Squishy ! said...

And so, there are days when I become a little terrified to know that hopefully one day my daughter will be one of those crazy, hormonal creatures. Hopefully her father and I survive with a little of our sanity.

Bee said...

My kids are 8 and 5. I soooo don't look forward teenage years. I know that I'm going to butt heads with at least one of them because we are so similar.

I hope you can cool off and have an enjoyable weekend.

Krista said...

*sob* I have only a couple more years before I hit that stage... *shudder* Hailee already pushes the envelope as far as she can JUST to see what she can get away with... *sniffle* I don't even want to think about it... seriously!!!

Marisa (Trim The Fat) said...

Yeah, I'm not looking forward to those teenage years. I'm only a couple years away, but I already see it coming :(

I hope you are feeling better now; don't want to see you on some 'most wanted' poster!!

♥ Dee ♥ said...

The good news is that they do grow out of it. I have a 22 year old, too. I have actually heard out of his mouth multiple times "I'm sorry for ____, mom. You were right."

Sweet, sweet words. I live for them. I knew they would come eventually, and it's all worth it. Just to hear those words.

ROFLMAO!!!