Alex is away at camp this week. She had a list of things that she needed which included the treats (many and varied) that were essential and in actual fact the difference between life and death for any budding teenage camper. Several times last week, I was reminded by email and text to make sure I remembered to pick them up.
Of course, being Mother of the Year, I did remember. The down side was that I had to go to a meeting in the evening prior to camp and left Alex and one of her friends here, alone, with the loot. This loot included a mini pack of Snickers and a mini pack of Twix.
Clearly Twix were the favourite!
When I got home, late!!! The kids were in bed. The first Twix packet (empty of course!!) that I found, was just inside the door, the second, on the floor next to the sink. A further 3 almost in the rubbish bin, but not quite. 'Aim accurately', means nothing.
I sat down with a glass of wine- yet another empty Twix packet down the side of the chair, I put my wine down and low and behold, stun me maybe?! A Twix packet on the coffee table. I picked up my laptop, oh my Lord! What is this? Surely not another empty Twix packet???
It went on. It did not make me happy.
There is a beautiful irony as I am discovering, that lies in all teenage hell interactions.
Of course, being Mother of the Year, I did remember. The down side was that I had to go to a meeting in the evening prior to camp and left Alex and one of her friends here, alone, with the loot. This loot included a mini pack of Snickers and a mini pack of Twix.
Clearly Twix were the favourite!
When I got home, late!!! The kids were in bed. The first Twix packet (empty of course!!) that I found, was just inside the door, the second, on the floor next to the sink. A further 3 almost in the rubbish bin, but not quite. 'Aim accurately', means nothing.
I sat down with a glass of wine- yet another empty Twix packet down the side of the chair, I put my wine down and low and behold, stun me maybe?! A Twix packet on the coffee table. I picked up my laptop, oh my Lord! What is this? Surely not another empty Twix packet???
It went on. It did not make me happy.
There is a beautiful irony as I am discovering, that lies in all teenage hell interactions.
The next morning when I asked 'why wasn't the dinner (I had slaved over and organised the night before when sleep, for me, would have been a far better option!) eaten?'
"Oh, Mum we just weren't hungry"
Seriously???!!!
"Oh, Mum we just weren't hungry"
Seriously???!!!
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