My daughter sees it as child cruelty when i meet her after school…
I see it as revenge.
She’s nearly sixteen
I’m thirty six
We are both exactly the same
She is a moody, miserable, stubborn teenager
I am a moody, miserable, stubborn mother
We clash at every opportunity
We rarely ever sit down and talk to each other
She only ever wants to talk to me when she wants something
Most of the time i don’t want to be in her company
She irritates me
And i irritate her
I want all this to change.
First Entry.
My first post for my new blog, and i have no idea where to begin, maybe if i had decided to have that 5th cup of coffee this morning my brain might of just started working by now.
I am not a writer, my punctuation is bad, i never check my typos, but i do know the difference between your and you’re, so please don’t think by following me that you will get brilliant pieces of writing to read, because i can tell you now that will not be the case.
I started this blog to write about being a mother of a teenage drama queen, the ups and downs, the tears and the laughs and the general teenage shit that they throw your way and if you’re lucky enough, i may just throw in the youngest one now and again, trust me, she will be worthy of a read too.
