Teen Situation

I hate my children growing up. I hate having teenagers. I especially hate walking upstairs to find my 14-year-old daughter making out with her boyfriend. That pisses me off! Seriously! I had to lay down the household rules, which I have gone over with her before. This time I did it in front of her boyfriend. She just better be glad that it was me and not her father that walked in on this. That much I do know. He would have killed him and she wouldn't have seen the light of day for a very, very long time. I guess I should be glad that I haven't had these problems with her until this year. I don't want to appear too lax and then I don't want to over react. The thing is I have a son that is 18 months older than her. I know boys, too. I know how they act, what they think, and worst of all....what they want from my daughter. Ahhhhhh! It's enough to make me want to lock her up in her room. I can't do that though.



I'm not sure when it happened exactly. My little tomboy changed overnight into this mouthy, sulky alien creature that still looks like my daughter, but couldn't possibly be my baby girl. My baby girl doesn't do things like make out with boys. She used to be my best buddy, and we really enjoyed being together. Now she's like a hermit crab upstairs in her shell. Gahhhhh.....I hope she comes out of this some day.



The boyfriend just left. Thank goodness and now I have to go make peace with my alien :)