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Teenage daughters can try one's patience. Any teenagers, for that matter. A very challenging time for parents and offspring.
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Teenage daughters can try one's patience. Any teenagers, for that matter. A very challenging time for parents and offspring.
Quote by Marinepilot
Teenage daughters can try one's patience. Any teenagers, for that matter. A very challenging time for parents and offspring.
Quote by TheDevilsWeakness
Lots of drama, for sure. But always remember you hold the power... And the duct tape.
My teenager lives in constant fear that I'll embarrass her. Get used to the mental breakdowns and the crying when things don't go her way.
I can't help it if I've cultivated that fear and used it for the greater household good.
What teenage girl wants her mother to show up at her school wearing ugly pyjamas, wild looking hair, in a pair of shitty rubber boots, singing Justin Bieber songs with a sign around my neck introducing myself as her mother? (I have no shame)
I've also threatened to post pictures of her sleeping and drooling on her facebook, twitter, tumblr and instagram accts.
It's not a perfect way to keep the peace, but her friends love me and tell me everything that's going on in their lives. Which, in a way, I learn about what's going on her life when she's giving me the silent treatment.
If she's PMSing, all the above is null and void. Just throw ice cream and potato chips at her and keep your head down until it passes.
Quote by Mazza
I just love you!! (my teen will hate you forever though for that advice/info)
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That is all!
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As an FYI - if it's not ugly boot weather, I think Crocs work really well too!
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Crocs work great, but not in the barnyard. I like to be as offensive as possible, just not at my expense. Which is why I'd wear the rubber boots after I've taken a trek through the muck and mire.
My father did this sort of stuff to me.
I skipped school one day and the school called home. He showed up on his tractor, wearing shit covered boots, pants hanging down showing some generous butt cleavage, a holey flannel jacket with his shirt untucked with this weird looking dead animal on his head that passed as a hat. He sang Def Leppard's "Pour some sugar on me" until he found me. He couldn't carry a tune if his life depended on it.![]()
I was mortified, but I survived. I never skipped another class because he said he would show up wearing his long underwear with the butt flap open if there was ever a next time.
Quote by Mazza
I just love you!! (my teen will hate you forever though for that advice/info)
![]()
That is all!
![]()
As an FYI - if it's not ugly boot weather, I think Crocs work really well too!
Quote by TheDevilsWeakness
Lots of drama, for sure. But always remember you hold the power... And the duct tape.
My teenager lives in constant fear that I'll embarrass her. Get used to the mental breakdowns and the crying when things don't go her way.
I can't help it if I've cultivated that fear and used it for the greater household good.
What teenage girl wants her mother to show up at her school wearing ugly pyjamas, wild looking hair, in a pair of shitty rubber boots, singing Justin Bieber songs with a sign around my neck introducing myself as her mother? (I have no shame)
I've also threatened to post pictures of her sleeping and drooling on her facebook, twitter, tumblr and instagram accts.
It's not a perfect way to keep the peace, but her friends love me and tell me everything that's going on in their lives. Which, in a way, I learn about what's going on her life when she's giving me the silent treatment.
If she's PMSing, all the above is null and void. Just throw ice cream and potato chips at her and keep your head down until it passes.
Quote by TheDevilsWeakness
![]()
Crocs work great, but not in the barnyard. I like to be as offensive as possible, just not at my expense. Which is why I'd wear the rubber boots after I've taken a trek through the muck and mire.
My father did this sort of stuff to me.
I skipped school one day and the school called home. He showed up on his tractor, wearing shit covered boots, pants hanging down showing some generous butt cleavage, a holey flannel jacket with his shirt untucked with this weird looking dead animal on his head that passed as a hat. He sang Def Leppard's "Pour some sugar on me" until he found me. He couldn't carry a tune if his life depended on it.![]()
I was mortified, but I survived. I never skipped another class because he said he would show up wearing his long underwear with the butt flap open if there was ever a next time.