Posted in *E*, family, kids, maturity, parenting, teenagers, tagged family, motherhood, parenting, teenagers on January 14, 2009|
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E was a grouch tonight. She didn’t really start off that way, but come dinner time, she was snapping at her sister and was the proud owner of a rather unattractive sneer.
after about the 15th eye roll, i asked her, “What is bothering you right now?”
“I don’t know! [sorta snarky] Nothing’s really wrong, but for some reason, everything is irritating me. [snark gone] I don’t know why.”
I said, “wow, that was refreshingly honest. Thanks.”
If she can maintain this transparency through her teenage years, I will survive. I can talk to J instead when E is feeling that way. I can eat my chili in silence. I can respect the fact that she is a mass of roiling emotions and hormones and growing-up-ness, as long as she’s honest over rude.
After that interaction, she mellowed out, and we conversed normally for the rest of the meal.
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I was tempted to just post a giant post of “waaaaaaa!! I don’t feel good!!” But, that’s boring. I didn’t return to the blog for that.
Beloved and I are going to see an accountant tomorrow. We don’t really have good reason to hire someone to do our taxes this year. Even though it’s our first year as a married couple, it’s still pretty straight forward. But he’s never done taxes with dependents to deal with, and I want to hear a tax person say, “y’all need to buy real estate! you need the deduction!”
It makes me feel so grown up.
Why am I 35, and just now starting to feel grown up? With an accountant, and a 401K, and research into mortgage rates.
I should have done this 10 years ago.
I’ve had so many realizations latley, where I notice that I am in fact growing up.
I can keep track of things that used to be difficult for me (things like my keys; events at the kids’ school; other smaller responsibilities). My brain just seems more organized.
Mature, I suppose.
So this is why people wait until they’re my age to have kids. Because they’re actually mature, and not constantly flying by the seat of their pants.
Huh. I wonder how that would have gone.
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