For a coupke years now I’ve been mentally preparing myself for the time my girls will finally hit their teens, but no one bothered to warn me about the TWEEN years! WTF?! I honestly don’t know who is worse, my 10 year old or my 7 year old. The mood swings, the fighting, the attitudes, the “diva” like behavior…I don’t know if I’ll survive!
While getting ready this morning Riley informed me she has “nothing to wear” because she only has 4 shirts (that she likes), 2 (or 3) pairs of jeans, and a few pairs of shorts. Well congratulations sweetheart! I’m still squeezing into clothes I had before I was pregnant because we spend our entire clothing budget on you kids! Part of the reason I’m dieting is because I can’t afford to buy new clothes if I get too big for my old ones!
That was the first thing…then…
Milla needed new flip flops so I took her to get some today. We got into our first real “fashion” argument right there in the store. Me, apparently being the ever practical and obviously oblivious mother, was searching for cheap, rubber/plastic shoes she could wear to the water park and that should say, oh, I don’t know, her dad’s dog eats them (again) I won’t flip out! She on the other hand was looking for super cute, strappy sandles that she could wear anywhere BUT in water, and certainly not in the price range I warned her about ahead of time. At one point I threatened to leave the store telling her since she wasn’t willing to compromise then we weren’t getting anything, but in her sweet and sincere, 7 year old, voice she replied, “what’s ‘compromise’?” I felt bad, I felt worse when the sales lady guessed her age and said “yep mom, she’s at that age where she wants to look grown up.” I actually felt old!
No bribes or threats work anymore, they know we’re too overwhelmed. Every few minutes is an enormous ordeal. One is copying the other, poking the other, in her sister’s room, or just plain annoying her (and me in the process). I haven’t such seen deliberate aggravation since…well, since I was with their dad.
Then they’ll turn right around and disappear in one of their rooms and play so nicely together for hours, even ask if the one can sleep in her sister’s room that night.
Most of the time though Riley’s my life saver. Link sees her as a mini mommy. She’s excellent with him, always has been. She changes (pee) diapers, helps clean him up after he eats, comforts him if he’s sad, and plays with him longer than she cares to. She’s great. Too great sometimes! There are moments when I need to remind her who the mom is and that not only am I HIS mom, but HERS too, and that she’s still alive so I must not have done too bad a job.
Milla’s biggest contribution to my sanity is helping me clean. She will randomly come up and ask if I’d like her to clean the kitchen, or playroom , or wherever…”uh, yeah!” I have to get on her about her room sometimes though, I think she cleans for approval but with her room it’s expected. I came to this conclusion when I discovered her way of cleaning it was shoving everything in her closet. One day soon it’s going to be like out of one of those comedy scenes where I open the door and an unimaginable amount of crap buries me alive. She’s good with Link too don’t get me wrong, just in a different way. When the two of them get together they’re more like partners in crime. She brings out the wild child in him, with little effort even. Once he sees her it’s all play! Running, screaming, climbing up and jumping off things. It’s non stop insanity for as long as we allow, but they love it and he just adores them. You should see his torment when they leave. On the days their dad picks them up he freaks out. Crying, screaming, banging on the window, and watching them leave. It breaks your heart. You can’t wait for them to get home so that we get to see the squeels of joy when he sees them.
They’re growing up so fast. Ri will be 11 this year and Milla 8 and they’ve made it perfectly clear that they are no longer babies! I may be sweating the tween years now, but at least they still give me random hugs and kisses (even infront of their friends), they still tell me they love me, they’re still trying to make me happy more than they’re trying to make me nuts, so I KNOW I’m still in a good spot and that I have every reason to focus my worry on those golden teen years! I just want to prep you mom’s out there with young girls, there is an age of craziness that comes before 14, but don’t worry, it comes with a few advantages too.