Life is tough these days with my teenager in the house. The drama never ends. She is so moody...one minute she is my sweet little SweetPea, the next a raving monster that no way came from my womb. Where did I go wrong? She is a slob, lazy, rude, and did I say a lazy slob??? I have taught her everything right..or so I thought. I keep a clean house, don't like messy and my bedroom is ALWAYS picked up and the bed made. She on the other hand revels in the chaotic disarray of it all. I don't remember when she made her bed last - if ever. Her clean clothes are on the floor instead of put away. Only she knows what is clean and what is dirty. I say she uses the floor as her very own personal washing machine. Leave the dirties on the floor long enough (wash) and they miraculously become clean again after a few days of stepping all over them (rinse)!!! Hail to the floor Gods for taking care of them for her! I am done with washing and folding her stuff...just to have them end up all over the floor! Am I repeating myself? Been here before, me thinks.
Then....I go in her room, when she is sleeping, to wake her in the morning...mind you...it is a scary feat to walk in there...and I see her sweet, beautiful precious face and my heart melts all over again (as it does daily) and I realize how much I love her. So much more than any other human on this planet. Gods gift to me. I am so lucky...
6 years ago
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