It's been a long while since I've been able to speak about something truly comical on here so when the opportunity arose today, I had to take it. My youngest has been saving this little mini candy bar for months now. She is truly her mother's child (not as into candy and such) and didn't feel the need to eat it until she REALLY wanted it. It was her favorite....a Hershey bar. She stashed it and held onto it for months and I allowed it because I thought it was a great exercise in life lessons.
Yesterday, she goes to eat the deliciously coveted snack and finds that it has disappeared. I gather the troops to ask who the guilty party is and my teenage daughter is the obvious culprit. You know the look....head down, eyes averted, barely a whisper voice, toe forming continuous circles on the floor as she twirls her hair around her finger. Yup, she's guilty.
I pull her aside (because I try not to embarrass them on these offenses--Embarrassment is saved for attitude-based offenses only) to ask her if she ate the chocolate and she admits that she did. Her reasoning is priceless: "I don't know why but it's like sometimes every single month, I just want chocolate so bad and I just have to eat it." You get a BYE on this one sweetheart. Your body is becoming a force to be reckoned with.
As I sit here giggling to myself at the idea of PMS causing small crimes within my home, I begin to think that maybe I've been approaching this wrong. Her monthly attitude has been approached, thus far, with squatting behind a chair to hide while throwing Midol at her and attempting to spray her with holy water. Perhaps, I should instead be treating her as a puppy....feeding her Hersey kisses (puppy treats) and stroking her head.....Goooooooood teenager. There you go. Perhaps I shouldn't be approaching this premenstrual demon in fear but in gifts of sacrifice instead.
In all seriousness, her horror at her inability to control her emotions is what gave her a bit of a break. Poor kid doesn't even know what's coming.
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