We have entered a new phase…

“I’m not a baby anymore!” My 10 year old yelled at a local steakhouse, in response to being asked if we need a Children’s Menu and me agreeing we do. Really? You are going to do this now? This had already been a disappointing night out, with a 45 minute wait and we are all crabby from a very long week of school, work and new routines. When we sat down at our table, it was loud from other diners and then the attitude from the kid, my head started pounding and all I could focus on was her whiney voice over the children’s menu and blah blah blah. Trying to be nice about the whole situation, I ask her to look it over and if she doesn’t see anything she would like to eat, we can look at the adult menu together. Well, that wasn’t good enough for her so she was short and huffing and puffing over it. I look over the children’s menu and was thinking these are the portions (prices too) that I want. I give her my menu, because at this point I have lost my cool, threatened to walk the fuck out of the restaurant, and was about to scream at the rude teenagers behind us. Everyone can eat cereal at home for all I care if the attitude doesn’t change. Kiddo looks over my menu and finds the steak she wants and the sides she wants to eat with. Husband and I settle on ordering a drink at this point and placing our dinner order. Food and drinks come, everyone seems to settle the fuck down and we have a better evening followed by some shopping.

So this is it??? Attitudes, snarky remarks, eyes rolling and crying. She isn’t a child but she isn’t a teen, so what the hell? We are officially in the dreaded TWEEN years. Give me the terrible twos again, please, I beg you!!!

Some mornings are fun and cheerful, like when she was younger and easy to get up because we had pancakes and singing! Other mornings, I’m ready to crawl back into bed just hide from her. Her mood swings are worse than me, when I’m PMSing. I don’t know what to say some days, so I stay quite as long as possible. My husband, well he seems to keep more to himself. We try not to harp on the chores and things, but at the same time we don’t want her to think we are doing everything for her. Some day’s she is so helpful and sweet and caring (I love those days) other days, we all need our space.

So this is our life for now, maybe forever or maybe just for a few years. I still love every moment I get to spend with her, she is just more pleasant some days rather than others while she finds herself. I will do whatever I can as her momma, to make sure she is happy and able to experience a good life throughout all these FUN changes. Thank god we have wine. I mean seriously…thank god.