The Teenager Complex

    OMFG!  I have completely wiped the feeling of being a teen out of my system. Not that I mind. Quite the opposite actually, I would never wish to be a teenager again. Not the hormone induced daily drama soap opera that was life. Nope, no thanks.
   But what I would love to know is, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING THROUGH MY FOURTEEN YEAR OLDS HEAD! Only every friggin minute lately. I wonder how much  of what he does now, I did then. I really can't remember.
   It is a fight to the death to get homework done. Everyday. He tells me he has it, then refuses to do it. If said child doesn't understand the assignment, when help is administered, an absolute refusal to accept assistance is disbursed. In the form of what can only be considered, as a temper tantrum. MADDENING.
  I don't even know if I can properly explain teenaged attitude. I don't think I could do this piece justice. The eye roll alone is a fine art! Then you get the " GOOOOD MOOOOOM" (god mom) or "I SAIID YEEES" or the dreaded "FINE" (not the same as when said by a woman to a man). No matter what I write or how I write it, unless you have experienced this part, you wont hear it, or imagine the look given. It is not what you see in the movies.
    I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure worse than all else above is the arguing. I thought fighting with my husband was draining, I was wrong. Arguing with him was just strength training to get my mental stamina up for the day the boys would be teenagers.
*Big Sigh* Arguing ANYTHING with a teen is like arguing with an expert on ANYTHING. Of course I am NEVER correct. Even when I am, and am not trying to fight, just trying to help with something. No matter the subject, nor the context, nothing I can do or say is right. I am a parent, therefore, I know nothing, have never done anything, and could never in a million years help or be correct. Nope, never going to happen. Its like talking to a wall. Oh and the blank stare that goes along with this conversation is SUPER CUTE. Not.
   I'm pretty sure it is a terrible thing, that I cannot wait for him to have his own precious  progeny. Who may be the same if not a little worse, so my moppet may come to me and ask "Mom, why is Junior being such a shit? " . And I'll remind him, because his mom is a writer, and will have documentation.