...are something else!
I don't have any idea how I'm going to survive my youngest and only girl. The mood swings are gigantic and unpredictable. Moreso than even my own!
My poor husband.
I'm pretty sure I know why he works in another state, I want to work in another state...Hell, another country!
For the next 7 years.
At least.
You know, the boys when through some bull shit when it was time for puberty, but nothing like this.
Not even BEING a prepubescent girl is helping. I mean, yeah, I'm in my 40s, but I still remember what it was like to be a preteen...Although, my preteen years were marred by tragedy, I don't remember ever being a psychopath.
I actually think I might be more of a psychopath now than I was in my preteens and teens.
For example, she painted her fingernails. Instead of patiently letting them dry...she poked on and it left a mark. There was a meltdown of epic proportions. Screaming, crying, and stomping around the house. The wiped all of it off with a tissue because she was out of nail polish remover which sent more gales of frustrating yeowls.
She's just barely into puberty...I mean just a smidgen. I fear for the days of full blown PMS and cramps and actual boyfriends.
If I live long enough to see that, I mean.
~Kim
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