It is an emotional struggle putting my finger tips to the keys and typing the sentence of doom. Every key tile pressed upon, forces me one step closer to the gut wrenching reality that I am now officially living with a teenager.
*Enters world of Harry Enfield, ginger hair and baseball caps'*
I'm not totally unprepared though because as it is well documented here at Diary Of A Premmy Mum, Mr G has been practising teenagerism in the lead up to this day for months. It's just now it is official.
On the positive side, from today, I can explain away undesirable verbal goings -ons with the raising of ones eyebrows and quietly uttering 'teenagers' under my breath with a bit of a sigh.
To mark the occasion I let Mr G have a party in our new house. That's got to be the best way to introduce ourselves to the new neighbours...right?
High sugar nibbles and energy drinks were the cringeworthy theme, but what can you do if you dont want to look like the saddest mum on the block?..it was a party after all. (Cringe again)
So why was I surprised when at two in the morning the youth were still jumping around like loons, the only respite from this roudy behaviour being the intermittent periods of lap top engagement or temporary engrossment of xbox/ play stations or other unknown sorts of gaming paraphernalia.
Inevitably, we had to separate the party up in the early hours when noise levels reached an all time high and one unlucky teenager faced the ultimate punishment - a night in Roo's fairy bed!
Who would believe this Premmy Mum could be soooo cruel?
|Which one slept under the princess canopy :) ??|