Health Organization for Pudendal Education

Here are some recent exchanges at my house:

Me: Could you please lift the cooking pot out of the sink for me?
Teenager: What, you can't even lift THAT?

Me: Could you please pick up the sticks from the trees that have fallen in the yard over the winter?
Teenager: Why? The yard looks fine to me.

Me: No you may not use the car tonight.
Teenager: You're always mean to me when you're in pain!

Me: You're grounded!
Teenager: You're crazy! That's why you're taking all those antidepressants!

Me: Could you please move the clothes from the washer to the dryer for me?
Teenager: I'm not your slave!

Me: Sorry, but you have to help me whether you want to or not.
Teenager: I'm sure that's against my human rights.

Ahhhhh, teenagers. Now we know why some species eat their young. My mom always swore the only reason she let us live was the hope for grandchildren. Hang in there!!!

Yep, sounds like a teenager. It really depends on their mood, but they can be very compassionate and help, or if I catch them on a bad day, you would think I was asking them to cut off their right arm!

My son will turn 17 on Friday, and STILL hasn't managed to take his driver's test. He knows how much it would help me if he could drive, but all his friends are driving so his social life is not affected so there is no motivation whatsoever for him to drive! We are on spring break next week, and I'm planning on having a very serious conversation with him about my ability to drive after my surgery in May.

The joys of teenagers. This to shall pass and then in their early twenties, well maybe a little longer for the guys, sorry guys I had 2 boys, they turn into these wonderful human beings that you forgot they were.

I teach them everyday for 7 hours, but the thought of having my own scares the youknowwhat out if me! Hang in there.

Lauren

I explained to my son right at the outset of puberty: God created adolescence for a reason. Right now you would never want to live without your mommy and I would never want to live without my little boy; but by the time the teen years are over we will be dying to get rid of each other. That is how children manage to move out and become independent young men and women without everyone's heart breaking. Look at it that way and you can approach each day with the good cheer that things are going just as they should

OK, this one's a doozy (from today):

Me: Have you cleaned your room yet?
Teenager: Stop bugging me! When are you gonna get a JOB?

Two words: DUCT TAPE!!

OMG Lernica.

I had a rather stressful day with my soon to be 17 yr old non-driving son.

Classes were cancelled today at my kids' high school this morning. Apparently yesterday, a teacher of military history, who had recently been fired, had been threatening other staff members and was sent home. Police were notified but they were unable to locate the man. So this morning the administrators decided to cancel school for the safety of students and staff. The teacher then showed up at the school at 6:30 am with a gun in his car and police took him into custody without altercation.

So since we are leaving for spring break vacation, I wanted my kids to get some reading material for the trip. My pain level is up today because I'm starting my period, and I explained to my son the situation. That I needed him to listen to my instructions and do what I tell him to do. Well, we hadn't been in the car 10 mins and I was screaming at him to slow down, and stop at a yellow light. He ran it and proceeded to tell me he knew what he was doing and he didn't need to stop. HE JUST DOES NOT GET IT! I told him that this is precisely the reason I talked to him before we left. After, several other instances of just not being aware of other vehicles and intersections, and him telling me he didn't care, I told him to park it and let me drive. Needless to say, he will not be getting his license any time soon.

LOL Griff I lived through teaching 4 teen foster kids to drive...1st one was a speed demon and I used to scream at him, "You are giving me another white hair!" I could really feel each new white hair coming in while driving with that kid! But I don't know if the issue is my own kid being the worst, or me just getting old and delicate: I let my 13 year old drive me around the block for the 1st time the other day and seriously came home with some whiplash. This one is going to be put into the hands of his father or a driving instructor because I can tell my body can NOT take the stress.