“Hangry” is a REAL thing. So is the “witching hour”.

Not only have we all seen a child throw themselves on the floor or stomp off for what seems like the silliest, most minute things but we ourselves, have been known to fly off the handle (or as I like to say “flip our lid”) over something so small and trivial.

Then we hear that voice in our head say to us “What the bejeezus just happened? Why did you yell about that?!”.

I will tell you why…because someone in that scenario was feeling out of whack and lost their cool.

Do you secretly watch those “memories” videos, photos, or old posts that pop up on your phone?

If you don’t do it in secret, then you probably don’t have a moody tween or teen in your home currently.

I miss those days. Currently, I have two kids on the verge of becoming teens and both are flexing their “attitude muscles” every-single-day!

It’s 2pm on a Sunday. My phone rings.

It’s my daughter. Hmmmm…this is her week at her dad’s house. I wonder why she is calling?

I pick it up and see her on the other end with her angry eyes, arms crossed, ready to fire off about some major injustice happening.

Sigh. This is not the position I want to be in.

You’re in a faceoff with your kid. At least, it feels like a faceoff.
They want candy before dinner. You said no.
Her little fists are in tight balls. You know what comes next.
Utter chaos and explosion.

I don’t understand why you can’t just behave!

You say this to your kid. Maybe you scream it.

Because it seems like whatever you do, it is a constant power struggle with your child.

Wish you knew how to deal with what seems like never ending tween moodiness? This method of talking through the issue and then teaching tween’s about their emotions works.

Vitriol.

Anger.

All seemingly directed at me.

But its not about me. And its not about you either when your child turns on you with the rage of emotions and backtalk.

It’s 6:30am and already, every task is causing a tantrum.

“We have nothing I want to eat!”

“Bud. Its Ok, just pick something else.”

“No! I don’t want anything else.”

My 6-year-old son and I stand in the kitchen. We’re the only ones up. I look at the ceiling wiling my husband to get out of bed above me.

Middle school was complete hell.

When my daughter entered sixth grade this year, I was terrified.

I didn’t want her to think it was her fault that other people were mean to her. I wanted her to know how to confront problems and the typical, stupid ways that people would react.

Ways that had nothing to do with her.
Girl drama is one of those things.