Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Feelin' The Love....And Then Again, Not So Much

I've been a bit remiss here. Karen, over at The Rocking Pony (have I mentioned how much I LOVE her blog??) bestowed upon me this pretty, pretty award recently. And to share the blogger love, I'm passing it along to Amy at Memories and Musings of a Mommy because she is one of the blogs I simply MUST READ every day! (And no, it has nothing to do with recently being posted on her fridge.... this is not a bribe to ensure my continued spot there!)



For those of you out there who ~~for whatever reason~~ still don't know what the whole "less-than-three" thing is.... tilt your heads to the right ....further....further.... THERE! See? It looks just like a heart. Mostly like a heart. Ok... indicative of a heart. Sheesh! It means she loves me! Ok, ok...she loves my blog. But, I'm choosing to take that personal!

I AM LOVED!

Well, I'm "less-than-three'd" which is the same thing.

And after the day I've had with my oldest child, I'll take all the love I can get.

When you first get pregnant, all anyone tells you is what a wonderful event it is. Then they start telling you bits and pieces about how difficult the first few months might be. They tell you to sleep all you can; get involved with other new moms-to-be for support; and offer all sorts of reading material.

No one mentions even a whisper of what happens when that adorable little baby turns into an opinionated, moody, independent, hormone-riddled "I-hate-you-you're-so-unfair-this-family-sucks-eggs" teenager.

*sigh*

There are support groups these days for more things than I can even guess, but I have not found one for parents of teenagers, unless said teenager is on drugs or something equally as awful. Not a single one for parents of teenagers who are just acting like weenies.

Of course, "Weenie Support" just sounds like an.. umm..... interesting name for a support group.

Its extremely fortunate for this child that I love him so damn much.

And that I'm not a cannibal.


15 comments:

Flea said...

I think cannibalism probably just gets a really bad rap for no good reason. :) I was told last night that it really does get better. When they're about 25.

Burgh Baby's Mom said...

My theory of why people don't talk about the horror of the teen years is that they either 1.) Think they are the only parents dealing with it or 2.) Think it's somehow their fault that their teenager is acting like a goober. They all act like goobers. I know I did. I wonder if my parents ever looked at me and wondered what I would taste like?

LunaNik said...

hehehe..."weenie support"...I'll be giggling about that one all day!

The Sports Mama said...

Flea, I don't know if it actually gets better, or we as parents just become numb to it all! :)

Burgh, I'm sure my parents felt the same way. About my brothers, of course! :)

Lunanik, I giggled my way through writing it! :)

Amy said...

Wow! Seeing my name in print after the word AWARD, brought tears to me eyes. Thank you.

Regarding the rest of your post: I wonder if someone is going to google Weenie Support and end up on your blog.
You are so funny.

Karen said...

I do, truly, love you AND your blog. Because you have teenagers and are living to tell about it. It makes me realize that I'm not going it alone.

moooooog35 said...

My 7 year-old daughter has somehow blossomed into a pre-teen.

I believe it has something to do with the Bratz stickers all over her walls.

She's begun "mouthing" words to me instead of speaking them.

If this behavior continues...

...I'm afraid I may need to take down the Bratz dolls...

...and cram them down her throat.

This is SO gonna suck when she gets older. I don't recall reading this crap in my "So you're going to be a dad" book.

I need to find the receipt for that thing so I can return it.

The Sports Mama said...

Moooooog, didn't you know? That receipt is printed on the inside of each of the very first package of diapers you use for each child. Sort of like Willy Wonka's Golden Ticket.

Silly daddy... you threw that receipt away! You're so stuck now!

Good luck with the whole estrogen thing....can't say I envy you.

The Sports Mama said...

Amy, I'll have to check my stat thingy and see who Googles that phrase. :) I'll be sure and let you know!

Karen, thank you!! The love is entirely mutual, you know!

KIDZMAMA said...

I'm the parent of a soon-to-be-teen. Okay, it's still about three years away. I hear what you're saying, sympathize, and am naive enough to think that my kid will be different. I doubt it. But I'll stick with the naive thing for now.

The Sports Mama said...

Kidzmama, you'll be sure and let me know how that whole "ostrich-hear-in-the-sand" lifestyle works for you, won't you? ;)

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

I saw WEENIE SUPPORT and I happily thought you were starting a dachshund rescue group!!!

Hallie :-)

Obviously, I was sadly disappointed...

The Sports Mama said...

Too funny, Hallie! Sorry to disappoint you. :)

Shellie said...

So why don't you start a support group? :)

peach said...

AMEN AND AMEN!
my son has lived to 20 years ... with only teeth marks... the daughter is 16 and we are not so sure she will live LOL
Love your blog
Laura