What the...girl hormones

I feel like I may do one of these once a week. Like a traditional weekly post you can look forward to. My "what the hell, are you freaking serious, you've got to be kidding me" post that really just makes you either laugh, cry, or just plain feel sorry for me.

This weeks moment is sponsored by little girl hormones. As usual for me I was totally unprepared for when girl hormones kicked it. In my blissful ignorance I believed I had until the teenage years...you know like 13. Well obviously that didn't happen. It actually started when my now 10 year old turned 9. It was like a magical switch of insanity turned on inside of her adorable blonde head and she instantly grew horns and became illogical and frankly kind of stupid.

The problem I have isn't necessarily the outbursts themselves. Don't get me wrong they are jarring at best, but truthfully the main issue is the utter randomness. I never have any warning. I mean when a tornado comes a giant siren goes off. Where is my hormone siren, or severe hormone update sent directly to my phone to prepare me for what is about to happen? Now that's an app you can take straight to the bank.

So back to today's "what the..." moment.  I'm having a conversation with my oldest daughter about the way her new room should look.  Where the bed should go, which wall should the desk be placed on? You know, seemingly simple and non-emotional topics. Oh boy was I wrong. I made the "mistake" of suggesting that she place her desk on a certain wall to provide her the right kind of spacing for her science area and she immediately burst into tears.  Apparently the suggestion of her desk location meant that I didn't at all understand what was important to her because if I did then of course I would know that her desk must be located near where her bed is so that she can place her books on it "at my leisure." YES she actually said "at my leisure."

So then once she stopped hysterically crying she put her hands on her hips, looked directly at me and said,  "You don't understand me at all" (you're right I don't) "and you have NO feelings" (like I've never heard that one before).

It's gonna be a LONG road to 18 years old. 7+ years and counting...