So we've been to the hairdressers today with the eldest. No big deal. It's just the hairdresser, right?
Except when the hairdresser then passes your daughter to her beautician mate who then proceeds to apply hot wax to her eyebrows, stick paper to it and then RIPS IT OFF AT FULL PELT.
OK so I am exaggerating slightly. Em asked if she could get them done, and I consented. But still, I feel like one of those crazy pageant mothers, dressing their daughter up like a doll and parading them.
I know it's not like that but it's all so weird, and I feel so very out of touch, I don't even get my own eyebrows waxed and I'm 33. She tells me now and again... "You don't understand people of my generation..." I look at her, gob wide open. What on earth...?
She constantly has her phone in her hand and sometimes I just can't reach her. She over-uses words like "Swaggy" and always wants to talk to me about Youtubers. I do listen and I try to be the best mother I can but honestly this is very hard. I feel like the stalk should have brought down a handbook the minute she turned 12, you know.
She likes to refer to me as her "bish" - I'm not too sure how I feel about this. The bin is always full in her bedroom, wrappers and crisp packets. She falls asleep on the couch, sleeps with her headphones in and generally will not lift a finger around the house. She shouts at us, snaps at us until we reach the end of our tether.
I know that this is all normal, but it can be so completely and utterly disruptive.
Then other times she is funny. She does funny dances. Weird accents. She has bundles of energy, she is loving towards the kids and tells me that I am "Swaggy AF."
I know this is a confusing and difficult time for her. I totally get it. But it is a confusing and difficult time for us as parents also. We have no idea what we are doing. We are going through this very strange time together. As her moods swing, so do ours. Our evenings are sometimes upside down as we try to get to grips with what he said/she said/they did argument we have.
But, like any phase with our children - we're just going to get through it together.
And besides, as well as being SWAG AF, BUSY AF, I am also PATIENT AF. I'm going to start selling range of T-shirts, And Onesies.
What do you reckon???