Aug 04 2008
Two For the Price of One
It can get ugly around here the beginning of the month.
Dealing with my PMS symptoms is bad enough, toss a PMSing teen into the mix and the stage is set for some kind of greek tragedy. While I attempt to regulate my raging hormones with lethal doses of sugar and the occasional crying jag, my teenage daughter morphs into an amped up version of her sassy surly self. She’s a teen, her hormones are in constant flux as it is, add to that fatigue, bloating and cramps, and you get this amusing little exchange we had right before dinner.
Me: Dinner’s ready.
Her: *dragging her bad self to the table* It’s not ready. *Sighing loudly*
Me: The food’s ready. I’m serving it up right now.
Her: So call me when it’s actually on the table. *Shuffling back to her bedroom*
Me: Just go tell your dad dinner is ready.
Her: *poking her head into the garage* Dad, dinner is almost ready.
Me: The food is ready. I’m putting it on the table right now. What is your problem?
Her: *falling into her chair at the dinner table* I could be reading right now.
Me: *putting a food filled plate on the table in front of her* You’ve been reading all day.
Her: *burying her face in her hands* Why are you always on my case?
Later she was all hugs and kisses. Earlier she’d tried to con me into signing us up for an unlimited texting plan.
At least it’s never dull.
I may be approaching this the wrong way. Some useful facts:
http://health.howstuffworks.com/pms.htm
