We have been hit and hit and hit again by snow storm after snow storm. This Winter has made up for our past couple not-so-snowy winter seasons here in New Hampshire. I knew it was coming. Everyone knew it was coming. That doesn’t mean we like it any more than we would if we weren’t expecting to be hit hard by snow.
The yard, at one point, must have had about five feet tall snow in it. The kids did enjoy a few outings in the snow on warmer days but for the most part, we are all sick of the snow. It seems we now have an abundant amount of energy stored up from winter strangling us a bit longer and that, with kids, needs to be released in some form.
My kids have decided to release their cabin fever energy with tag. Inside. The house.
Our middle bedroom in the home has two doors, so the kids essentially run around and around and around. They laugh, they play, they tag each other and occasionally they let us adults play along too. While this version of indoor tag is mildly amusing and makes me smile seeing the kids getting along and laughing, it is also making me realize just how much my kids are suffering from cabin fever.
I know. I know. Many of you will say get outside, but it’s turned back to being cold and on the days it’s warm, it’s too wet outside. It’s as if even our recent warmer days are not sufficient to melt the snow away, leaving us with rain soaked clothing, feet and heads. Not fun. Kids hate that. Adults hate that.
So I beg of you Mother Nature, please release us from this winter snow that has us couped up for far too long … we all need to get outside and get some exercise. It’s a little much to play tag inside with three kids when you have a pretty small home.
My daughter is going through what most call the tween years. This is when their hormones are changing and it’s making me try to cycle up with her hormones. In a nutshell, having a daughter in her tween years means that Mother Nature plays this trick on the female who doesn’t have as strong of hormones, maybe it’s my old age so now my body says “look there’s hormones in the air. Let’s sync up” and I am an emotional wreck most days.
I was trying to figure out the other day why my emotions seem off kilter and then it dawned on me, I have two tween girls around. Not only my daughter but the boyfriends daughter and well that makes for me becoming quite the hormonal mess. I not only have to deal with my hormones trying to sync up with two tween girls, but I have to deal with my daughter’s mood flashes that even she hates having. Last night, after a mood flash for absolutely no reason, my daughter said “Mama I don’t know why I do that. I get in this funk for no reason. Then bam I am all set and happy as if that down moment never happened.” I simply replied “it’s called female hormones, welcome to the club” when my daughter promptly replied “I don’t want to be part of that club”.
I laughed. Neither do I sweet daughter. Neither do I.
So this morning when her hair wasn’t cooperating and I could just not get it perfectly right for her, I knew it was all my fault. I control the heavens and the Earth, if her hair has bumps that won’t go straight, if her hair won’t set just the way she wants, it’s all my fault – even if I didn’t touch her hair. That’s just how it goes when a child is trying to deal with the fun club of Female Hormones.
Thankfully I have a lot of patience, a close relationship with my daughter and love because without those and a fantastic sense of humor, most days I would be close to ending up in a looney bin.
It is Friday, right?!
I have read all sorts of parenting books, mostly ones about raising girls, after all my first born is a girl and with that first born came this “by the book” mentality. Of course that “by the book” mentality has gone out the window since having two more children, both boys, but I still recall some things I read about raising girls. No book ever forewarned me of the hormonal changes that my daughter is experiencing would mess with my hormones. Not my mother, not my father, not a book, nothing.
And so I get welcomed into the ripe old stage of adolescence with having my menstrual cycle all messed up. The hormonal emotional roller coaster ride is nothing compared to having a period every two damn weeks. I would much prefer to be called mean every couple of days than to have to grit my teeth through cramping and my own mood swings every two weeks. This explains why I felt as if my hormones were off.
Not only is it the season of less sunlight here in NH but in my household it is the season of the daughter’s body changes and with that comes my menstrual cycle and hers trying to ‘sync up’, a poor joke played on females who reside together by Mother Nature. So after a week or two of feeling so completely off balance with my moods, I woke up to have my menstrual cycle aka nonfriend. My nonfriend arrived two weeks early and I am not impressed.
I kindly reminded my daughter that she is grounded, her hormones have wreaked havoc on my hormones and it’s not going to go unpunished. Of course all I get is a laugh when I say that to the kid because she knows I wouldn’t ground her for such silliness, but doesn’t it sound good? “Sorry daughter, you are grounded to your room for fear that your hormones are trying to take over my own and that my dear daughter is a bad, bad thing”.