Okay—so I have a degree in microbiology. Based on this degree title, you can guess
that I had to take a lot of anatomy and physiology classes. I want my money back from UAH. I didn’t learn one single thing in all of
those classes that prepared me for a 9-year-old boy going through the beginning
mood swings of puberty. I thought boys
matured slower than girls. I thought I
had time. I thought he would start
sprouting hair in unfortunate places and become a stinky boy before I had to
deal with mood swings. Well, if you
thought that too, then we’re both wrong.
My beautiful 8 lb 5 oz baby boy who came into this world
after 21 hours of labor (2.5 hours of pushing—I want credit for pushing out
that enormous head) has morphed into a moody, short-tempered man-child. Where is the toddler who always said,
“Mommy, you’re my bestest friend”? Oh
that’s right—now he’s the kid who slams his door and mutters under his breath
when he is reprimanded for something.
He’s now the kid who cries at the drop of a hat or a minor change in
plans. He’s the kid who sobs on the
refrigerator door because making two different kinds of sandwiches is
“backbreaking work”.
When you combine his mood swings and my mood swings, you
have the recipe for a disaster. I don’t
know how we are going to make it through the next few years. I can only hope that he and I survive this
and come out the other side before my little girl goes through puberty. If there are 3 crazies in the house, MB may
just not come home from work one day;).
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