There is so much to write about…but nothing to write. Yeah, I know that doesn’t make any sense, but it’s reality. There is stuff…and I don’t want to say it out loud. And writing the words is “out loud.”
Teenagers are so hard, friends. They are rocking my world. And yes: they. I have two of them. For 3 more weeks, exactly, I have two thirteen-year-olds. THEN I’ll have a thirteen-year-old and a FOURTEEN-year-old.
Oy.
The oldest is going through an attitude stage. I’d like to beat that out of her. Instead, I have grounded her from all social media. All of it. For nearly two months now. It’s not really helping with the attitude, which I suspect comes with the age, but I think she understands I’m serious.
I guess that’s something.
The middle? She can’t focus on anything for longer than about 14 seconds at a time. For a while, her distractability was getting better. Now? Not so much. And she likes a boy. Which is actually adorable in it’s sweet innocence at this point but terrifies me endlessly. Ugh.
The youngest. He is going through a stage where he either must completely irritate everyone around him, or he must hang on my arm or leg. Attached.
Hmm. That might still qualify as complete irritation.
Yep. I think it does.
And he’s obsessed with Minecraft. Which is cool. And still kind of lonely for him.
Ugh.
I’m not sleeping much lately. And I think I need a job. I don’t mean to work outside the home, really. But I need something to do when I’m not teaching/grading/cleaning. Which is a lot lately. So…I’m working on that.
And no. I do not want to own a bakery.
Somebody just pick a job for me, OK? Something I can train for over the next couple years and just do. That would be so much easier than banging my head against the wall and trying to figure it out.
Is it bedtime yet?
All Is Grace 
#1 by romanhokie on February 16, 2013 - 9:47 pm
Pixie, ironically, the fact that I’m responding to something means you CAN write.
I know I’ve mentioned this before – perhaps to you. Adolescence goes from the early teens (meaning 10-11, technically) to about 25. Seriously. Could even be earlier on the front end. The thing to remember is that their brains are not completely formed yet. No joke. Physiologically, their neurons are elastic and some are breaking and some are forming as they navigate these really sucky years.
While we could hope that knowledge makes it easier, the reality is that it doesn’t. The question then becomes, “So, what does grace look like?” Well, it probably looks different for each cherub. And it probably looks different in how you administer it vs. how your husband administers it. And it doesn’t mean they get to keep breaking rules and having bad attitude and losing focus and acting out of loneliness.
But, all of that to say that self-care seems to be limited. And I don’t mean necessarily that you need something MORE to do. In or out of the home. But an outlet. Something for you and/or you and your girlfriends.
Obviously, with the winter weather, if you choose something summery, then you better choose something wintery as well. And I don’t mean mowing your lawn (ha!) and shoveling snow. Although, I did (for a bit) take a course on indoor plants…
No real wisdom here, my friend. Just reading along. And prayerfully considering you and your family in my conversations with the One who designed you – and each of your loved ones – so elegantly and completely.