It’s a known fact – part of the joy(?) of living with teenagers is co-habitating with a million hormones. And we’re not just talking any hormones here, but the most temperamental and unpredictable hormones you’ve ever met. One minute as nice as pie, sweet and almost human, the next minute positively acerbic, and extremely unpleasant.
Those same hormones will want to sleep during daylight hours and relish the darkened room with only the light of a television as company for hours on end, or conversely be out expending energy in search of a post-adrenal hit, or otherwise standing at the fridge looking for anything they can shove in their gobs to satisfy an insatiable appetite, driven by said exercise.
Such is our life with the men-children. Sometimes it’s like living with a schizophrenic I imagine, you’re just never sure what you’ll encounter on any given day. The odd thing with Man-Child I and Man-Child II is that they seem to operate on a tag-team basis.
So for a few weeks (or even months sometimes) one of them will be quite civil, almost friendly to the rest of the household, generally having their shit together, not needing to be nagged constantly, and being an agreeable member of the family. This seems to be the cue for the other one to turn into an absolute monster – a grumpy, disagreeable, rude and obnoxious beast who snaps at everyone and just can’t be pleasant at all. Couple these hormones with tiredness due to simply being a teenager and running on empty often and you’ve got a weapon of mass destruction right in your living room.
I don’t really know if it’s a twin thing, or just a sibling thing? Are we all like this in our moods? Does this dynamic happen in your house with children or even adults? I’m thinking it’s more a teenage thing, and totally blame the hormones. Mind you in our household they’d probably tell you I must be constantly hormonal then because I’m always grumpy!! (Nothing to do with working full-time, and running a busy household, coping with more child-related paperwork than you can poke a stick at, finding time to go to gym, and co-ordinating the taxi service with Father of a Man-Child to ensure three children are where they need to be 24/7 – no, that relentless pace wouldn’t make anyone grumpy would it?).
So teenage hormones – what are your experiences? Do you remember being the above-described teenager? Or have you lived with similar? I know we’ll come out the other end with the men-children, but the rollercoaster ride can be tiring some days.