We’ve all been there at one point or another, when that cute little person who stolen your heart when they were a newborn up to the age of middle school (pushing the envelope at middle school).
I’m talking about that right of passage stage of teenage hormones.
Lets face it our parents were lucky to survive our own teen years the extra grey hairs on their head as we tested the boundaries they put in place for us, not to mention that annoying part where we knew it all and our parents had no clue what they were talking about because the thought of them being in their teens was a foreign concept to us.
It isn’t until we’ve had children of our own that we discover that our parents were right about a lot of things after all.
I have incorporated some tactics that my mother used on us when we were growing up one of them has been passed down from my mother, to sister and now to me.
How to get your teenager up in the mornings so they’re not late for school.
1. As you walk into their room turn the light on this will temporarily stun them
2. In your most annoying voice you can muster start singing the Good Morning Song
the more annoying you sound the better
3. If that doesn’t get a rise out of them rip the blankets off their bodies while continuing to sing, sometimes if you sound like an annoying cartoon character this usually gets a pillow thrown at you and a reluctant roll out of bed just to get you to stop singing.
As my teen stumbles out of bed I have to guide him out the door as so he doesn’t slam into the wall on the way out after he leaves his room he’s on his own.
It’s like watching a little drunk stumping through the house after an all night bender it’s really quite funny to witness if you’re lucky to see it first hand.
Karma Thy Name Is Daughter
My parents always told me that they hoped I have a child just like me when I grew up ….. well guess what it’s happened to me.
When I was younger, sometimes before I go to bed at night I’d casually mention to my mom that I needed a dozen or so cupcakes or some form of baked good for the next morning.
After my mother I imagined silently cursed our name she would spend the next several hours creating a masterpiece that wowed the class.
As my sister and I became parents my mother so smartly gave each of her children handed down recipes from our grandparents and some of her own.
There was one page dedicated to us in the form of emergency baked goods if our own darlings pull the same stunts we did.
Needless those recipes have come in handy for me along with a few of my own that I’ve added a few times in my life.
I’ve managed to come up with a couple batches of cake pops thanks to a little baking machine that will cook a dozen little balls of cake in a matter of minutes.
Over the years I’d see them at second-hand stores and have discovered that the more machines I bought the more cake pops I can produce in no time at all.
Last week however my daughter decided to up her game and decided one Sunday night to mention that she needed a purple dress for a school production the next morning.
Now mind you she’s known about this for a week but decided to tell her father and I at 6 pm when all that’s opened is your local Wal-Mart.
So like any good parent I run down to my local Wal-Mart in hopes to find a suitable purple dress for a dance routine.
Cursing to myself knowing full well that she had several dance costumes in her closet but not one of them was the desired purple.
You would think that a store like Wal-Mart would have something suitable however I have learned to keep my expectations low.
The funny thing as I arrived determined to get a dress, I noticed several other parents wandering around trying to find a specific item swell to no avail.
The girls dept was pretty much slim pickings as I hunted high and low as they were focused on the winter season ahead.
Finally after much debate I found something that would possibly work for her yet be suitable for other outings as well.
Needless she was happy with the choice I made and the performance went off without a hitch.
So until next time I bid you all a farewell
