I get that this is a rough time for her. Her body is changing, her hormones are raging. I get that she has to struggle through this on her own to become stronger. Like the bird breaking out of the egg on her own, and all that.
But why, God...why do I have to suffer too? Why does all this struggle have to come with the ugliest attitude since Cinderella's stepsisters? It's not making me stronger, it's making me angry and bitter. It's not giving me patience, it's giving me gray hair.
The absolute self-centeredness is making me tired. It's like the terrible twos/threes all over again, but with that attitude. Working for money is an old, antiquated concept, I know, but she's going to have to get over it. And what is with the eyerolling? What would possess anyone to believe that it is ok to roll their eyes and deep sigh me, ignore me, then turn around and ask me for $40 to go to the waterpark five minutes later? Was 13 really this bad with the oldest one? I don't remember. I think I've blocked it out.
God, I have a little request for you. It's a small one, but I know You can do anything, so here goes. When the small fry gets to be 11 years old, can we just jump forward in time to age 15? Can we just skip the whole 11-14 with her? Because, Lord, I don't think I have the strength, or the intestinal fortitude, or the brain cells left to go through this a third time.
P.S. If You could somehow fix it so I didn't have to sit through Kung Fu Panda at some point this summer, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks again.