Please lord give me the strength....

[debih]

..... to get through the teenage years.

S has two friends staying tonight to watch the firework display. I'm not quite sure how it ended up being two as I told her one but there you go!!!

They are annoying me already - three stupid, screachy 13 year olds screaming over text messages and boys. We have been in the house for 15 minutes and already I am ready to send them home!!!

God give me strength - or at least hurry up and make it wine o'clock!

[JoM]

Debbie...if you need wine then have it NOW! Don't wait, get it down your neck!

Mine don't screech over texts and the opposite sex, they have attitude. By the bucket load. Every day starts and ends with an argument.
Pass the wine please.

[Workingman]

Thankfully mobiles didn't do much when my daughter was younger, and texts cost a fortune.

There were make-up and clothes, though. Hours spent plucking and tweezering, arguments over colours and shades. And if one was wearing pink the others couldn't ...... or all three had to.

The lads were the opposite. Getting them to look as though they had NOT bee dragged through a slurry pit if we were going out was the task of tasks.

I now need a drink just writing about it.

[Rodo]

Never mind it will probably only be another ten years or so!

[Kaz]

Rodo, just what I was going to say

[saundra]

Believe me they get worse
Open a bottle or two

[debih]

The wine was of no use.

So I resorted to vodka!!

[Rodo]

That's more like it. Have you tried gin?

[saundra]

whisky/orange is better
for the kids i mean

[JoM]

The lads were the opposite . Getting them to look as though they had NOT bee dragged through a slurry pit if we were going out was the task of tasks.

Tom's past that stage now. He's now moved on and takes hours to get ready. Our biggest argument comes every morning. I tell him to get up. He doesn't. I tell him again and he does eventually, faffs around then and takes over the bathroom. He should be out by 7.45am to get the bus - it's a good day if he's out before 8 and he's missed the bus by then, and if he doesn't get the next bus then he'll be late for school. He runs out without breakfast as he's spent too long in the bathroom. And the amount of Lynx in the air is enough to take the skin off your nostrils.
We end the day with another argument because he won't go to bed at a reasonable time. He's 16, coming 17, so I don't want to lay down the law with a firm bedtime but I make suggestions when I feel he should be getting to bed, and it can be an hour between him deciding to go to bed and him actually getting into it. We argue because he takes too long and I blame the fact that he's not getting up and ready in good time on him not getting to bed early enough.

He's gone out tonight. They had a table booked for 6pm and from there he was going to walk to meet us at my Mom and Dad's house. It's now 11.27pm and we've come home, but he's still out and will no doubt at some time call for a lift.

Thursday I asked him if he had any washing before I turned the machine on. He said no. This morning he'd put a pair of jeans outside of his room so I asked if they needed washing and he said yes, so I took them downstairs along with the full washing basket and went to load the machine. Except I couldn't get it all in because he'd already put some washing in. When I took it out there were 3 more pairs of jeans, his suit trousers, his white shirt, 2 hoodies and 6 t shirts - where the hell was all of that on Thursday when I asked for washing???

Joe, on the other hand, has been threatened with a hosing down in the garden