Hey! All you moms out there with hormone addled teenagers.... You rock.
I have entered into the land of teenager-ville. It is a dark place, folks. The culprit? I am the parent. Need I say more? The morning began with a trip to the barber shop. Grumble grumble. Heaven forbid the kid looks owned. Then we went shopping where said grumble kid accidentally kicked the crutches out from under me. I fell, splattering to the cement, which didn't help his mood. He helped me to my feet, reminding me that this was soooo embarrassing. Yeah, I totally fell on my backside just to mortify my kid. On purpose no less.
Then he had to push the grocery cart for me.
Then I got pulled over. ("A cop, mom?? Seriously! Can't you drive normal???")
Then we couldn't find a dog he liked at the Humane Society.
Then I made him do homework.
And practice the piano.
...and shower (WHERE IS THE LOVE?!?!?!)
And the epitome of worst things ever to happen to the kid? I insisted on giving him a good night hug, like I've done since the very first day of his life.
I sat on the edge of his bed, tired, like I've never felt so bone weary before. I asked him to cut me some slack. At least until my foot heals up, then he can go right back to teenager-ville where they all binge on snark like it's candy.
"Puberty is a beast, mom."
Yeah, tell me about it.