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Teens vs Dogs - Healthy Mind, Body and Soul Journey 3-19-12

Posted by on Mar. 19, 2012 at 4:50 PM
Kim
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Healthy Mind, Body and Soul Journey 3/19/12 Teenagers or Dogs?

Now that we have three teens in the house and one nipping at the heals of teen-dom, I am re-thinking this four kid thing.  No one ever told me it was going to be easy, but no one prepared me for how hard parenting would be.  Oh, they are blessings, don't get me wrong.  I wouldn't trade any of them for a million dollars.  Most days, anyway.
Yes, they are four perfectly wonderful, perfectly frustrating unique individuals.  Nope, easy they are not, and neither is their love for us unconditional, as ours is for them. 

Well, now, the recesses, the very dark back corner of the furthest recesses of their teenage hearts, they probably do have unconditional love for their parents.  Like, they probably wouldn't jump in front of a bus to save us from being run over a bus, but theymightif their arm reached long enough without too much exertion, grab us by the arm and pull us back to safety if they saw us walking toward on oncoming bus.  That is the kind of unconditional love you get from a teen.  Everything else comes with a caveat.

They think we're dumb too.  Have anyone one of you, parents of a teenager, seen a teen clean anything without an ulterior motive?  In their young and feeble minds, however, they think they have pulled one over on us when we praise the good work and offer to take them to the movie, or buy them a video game, or whatever prompted the idea for the cleaning frenzy in the first place. Meh, the house is clean, why not give them what they want, (within reason) right?

Want to clear the room of teens?  Stand in the middle of the room and say--  I have a project...  Neither Roadrunner, nor Speedy Gonzales could beat them out of the room.

Want to know where the missing, glue, scissors, nail polish, tape, stapler...or just about any missing item in the house?  Go in their bedroom, if you dare, and I'll lay you  some good odds you'll find exactly what you were looking for, PLUS, a bunch of stuff you weren't like-- five dirty plates, four Coke can, three potato chip bags, two granola bar wrappers and probably that darn partridge from that pear tree.  Yep you'll find it. You may have to dig deeply, but you'll find what you need.  But, whoa be unto the one person who TOOK THEIR PENCIL BAG.  Did you check under your bed, sweetheart? dear....no....way back there, yep, there it is!. Teen looks at errant pencil bag he mutters - hrumph, I wonder who put it THERE?

Another great thing about teens is laundry.  First of all, using a towel more than once?  Mom are you KIDDING, eewww.  However, same said child will sleep on a bare mattress because he's too lazy to put a sheet on it.  The sheet I washed for him, along withall the clothes on the floor of the laundry room, because once they are on the floor, I can't tell clean from dirty and I am not sniffing the socks or underwear to find out.  I may be green, and all about water and energy conservation, but a girl has to draw the line somewhere.  If there is the slightest chance the article of clothing is dirty, it will be washed.   Oh!  Another oddity about teenager's and their laundry.  The dirty clothes usually don't make it to the hamper (because they're on the laundry room floor, DUH!), but that blue shirt, the one with the stain on the collar, that fits no one in the house, the one you  know good and well no one has worn in over a year, unless belly shirts for boys are in style, keeps showing up in that hamper week after week.

Don't get me started on drinking glasses.  With six people in the family, one would expect to wash six drinking glasses a day, and a couple of coffee mugs us old folks dirtied up.  Oh, no, no, no, no!  You see, there is a system, and unwritten code--- a teen cannot drink from a glass unless he/she can be absolutely certain that it's his/hers, because there may be deadly Ebola virus lurking in the mouth of one of their siblings, and they really can't take the chance of catching that, so a new glass, a clean glass, must be obtained.  Mind you, they don't put into the sink the glass they think-might-be-theirs-but-also-might-be-the-sibling-contaminated one. No, that's against the code.  That glass must not be touched.  It might be infected, remember?  So by the end of the evening mom can count on rounding up two to four cups per child.  That's times four in this house.  You do the math, I'm too tired of rounding up dishes to figure out multiplication.

Here's another good one.  It is pretty much a guarantee that THE BALL GAME is getting ready to start and someone hasn't finished 'this episode' yet.  It doesn't matter that the episode is on the DVR, or that the episode has been seen 25 quadbillion times before, the end must be seen before the TV can be turned over to the next sibling in line!  Sheesh.

It's shear madness, I tell you.  What the HELL were we thinking!  If we wanted unconditional love, and a fairly clean and quiet house, except on trash day, we should have just had dogs.



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Amberleigh81
by Member on Mar. 19, 2012 at 6:03 PM
:) I have a five month old, and and dog that is the big sister... thanks for the laugh!
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darbyakeep45
by Darby on Mar. 19, 2012 at 7:13 PM

Thanks for sharing Kim!

SabrinaLC
by on Mar. 21, 2012 at 9:03 AM

My oldest is only 5 so I have a bit before we hit the teen years.  Scary to know it's gonna worse! lol


By the way, I had to search for this post!  I'm sad I missed it on the day you posted it.  Keep posting, I love reading along :-)

mp3mom
by on Mar. 21, 2012 at 11:27 AM

 I was falling off my chair laughing... good thing I wasn't drinking anything, as I'd choked to death. My dad used to wait until I got home (as well as a few days of accumulation) and bring a tray to my room, making certain I was watching, slowly he'd place each glass on the tray, not looking at me nor saying a word. His favorite thing to do was hang my jacket, which I'd always left on the back of the kitchen chair, in a different closet... either mine, the upstairs hall, or the downstairs hall. I'd thrown my son's jacket on the mudroom floor in frustration the other day, then I recalled my dad doing this. My son (LOL) told me how long it took him to find it hanging in the mudroom, where it belongs, as I'd come to my senses and hung it up after my anger fit. This was one enjoyable post, Kim.

LindaClement
by Gold Member on Mar. 21, 2012 at 4:32 PM

Mine have moved out of the house... which is lovely.

I will not be replacing them with dogs. LOL

cleanaturalady
by Kim on Mar. 21, 2012 at 6:26 PM


Quoting LindaClement:

Mine have moved out of the house... which is lovely.

I will not be replacing them with dogs. LOL

You don't have to, your kids are gone!  Lol.

I love my kids and wouldn't replace them with dog either, but they drive me insane sometimes. 

  

cleanaturalady
by Kim on Mar. 21, 2012 at 6:27 PM
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Quoting SabrinaLC:

My oldest is only 5 so I have a bit before we hit the teen years.  Scary to know it's gonna worse! lol


By the way, I had to search for this post!  I'm sad I missed it on the day you posted it.  Keep posting, I love reading along :-)

Maybe because I forgot to title it Healthy Mind, Body and Spirit Journey.  I  went back later and renamed it.

Thanks for reading them all, Sabrina.  I've missed a day here and there, but I'm trying to plug it along. :)

  

cleanaturalady
by Kim on Mar. 21, 2012 at 6:29 PM


Quoting mp3mom:

 I was falling off my chair laughing... good thing I wasn't drinking anything, as I'd choked to death. My dad used to wait until I got home (as well as a few days of accumulation) and bring a tray to my room, making certain I was watching, slowly he'd place each glass on the tray, not looking at me nor saying a word. His favorite thing to do was hang my jacket, which I'd always left on the back of the kitchen chair, in a different closet... either mine, the upstairs hall, or the downstairs hall. I'd thrown my son's jacket on the mudroom floor in frustration the other day, then I recalled my dad doing this. My son (LOL) told me how long it took him to find it hanging in the mudroom, where it belongs, as I'd come to my senses and hung it up after my anger fit. This was one enjoyable post, Kim.

I thouhgt a satirical piece was necessary with all the maudlin posts I've done.  I do have a fun side too, it's just kinda being overshadowed right now. 

  

LindaClement
by Gold Member on Mar. 21, 2012 at 10:23 PM

It would be the dogs that made me crazy. I'm so not a dog person.

My kids never made me crazy... and, I do know how fortunate that makes me.

Quoting cleanaturalady:


Quoting LindaClement:

Mine have moved out of the house... which is lovely.

I will not be replacing them with dogs. LOL

You don't have to, your kids are gone!  Lol.

I love my kids and wouldn't replace them with dog either, but they drive me insane sometimes. 


jody230
by on Mar. 22, 2012 at 7:51 AM

I was seriously laughing. You must be living in my house. When the kids are giving me a hard time, I'll look at my dog and say. 'You're my favorite, you know that, right?'

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