The last few days have been a hormone fueled crap fest. Miss Gremlin is 8 and all those new hormones are starting to move around in her body, she’s happy then sad, angry and needy…….SHE’S 8! Lord help me.
I’m not 8, but those same hormones move around my body at an exaggerated rate and some days the two don’t mix. I am trying to figure out how to be patient and kind and teach her how to deal with fluctuations but as I’m plowing through my dreaded pre-menopausal stage, my patience tank is sadly bone dry.
No wonder teen daughters clash with their mothers, everyones hormones are trying to kill them from the inside and the struggle spills out through vitriolic words and total meltdowns.
Husband, fathers and brothers often run for the hills!
I don’t want this for my household. I want to be sane and rational and help my daughter to understand her moods and learn to curb her tongue. But first I have to work it out myself!
Yeah I know I should have it down by now but that’s not how it works, just when you think you’ve got it, you hit the next stage of life and you’re in unfamiliar territory again.
I’m working on two separate yet interlocking issues. The answers are out there, it’s just a matter of finding them….. OR we could just curl up together with our blankies and chocolate, not speaking because the hormones have taken over…..