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Someone please tell me just why they are necessary? I, for one, could certainly do without them.

Right now at any rate.

Your mileage may vary.


  1. Anonymous11:06 AM

    At the risk of sounding to coarse. Don't be such a cry baby! In a little while you will be wondering where did the time go. My advise is: Treat them like adults. They will like that until they don't like it anymore. Enjoy your time with them it's short.

  2. I've tried treating them like adults but it's not worked. Apparently all of them are the same so I pity the planet in 10 years.

  3. Anonymous11:56 AM

    You can't treat them like adults and expect what you want when you want it. What you should expect is a prepared adult in 10 years. If they are not prepared it will not be their fault. "Green and clean my friend... Green and clean..."

  4. :D

    Ummmm I think the answer is, without teenagers eventually there would be no adults.

    Thats it...

    That and hope that there will come a day that you are happy they are your kids again!

  5. Ok, I'm not entirely unhappy with my children. It's just that this morning I had some issues with my oldest daughter.

    We're good now. I should learn not to blog when I'm frustrated.

    Oh, and anonymous? My blog no longer accepts posts from anonyymous. You will have to out yourself.

  6. Pammy baby, I bet you were a gorgeous teenager too.
    I always think about the stages we all go through - it's interesting to watch the perspective change as we get older. And remember back to being a teenager and what was important to us then.
    God, I can be a sensible but very annoying sort of a chap can't I.

  7. I was a really nasty adolescent, from the moment I was thirteen until the moment I stopped being nineteen. Just horrendous. Think Kevin, only much worse.

    Are they really necessary? Can't they just all be shipped off to a camp somewhere? Think of all the rubbish music we'd be able to do without!

  8. Tommy, you're sensible in a cute way.

    Krusty, I don't really want to ship them off. I still love and adore them. It's just that yesterday my oldest was PMSing and taking it out on me and I wasn't really in the mood to be talked back to. Ok, I'm never in the mood for that.

    All is well now. She apologized and this morning was much better.


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