I often wonder how the mood of my daughter can go form nice and sweet all the way to crass, loud, and witchy in the blink of an eye.

I know, I know. Combine it all with the age, the hormones, the school “stuff,” the friend “stuff,” the level of sleep obtained each night and we have a recipe for a tornado effect on moods.

Still.

For instance (like an example is really necessary), this morning, I went in and woke Alex up. She sat up and turned on the light. She said she was awake and getting up…she said this sweetly even. So, I went and did some things downstairs. I noticed the time and went up to let her know she only had 5-10 minutes left before she had to leave. To this, I got “FINE!” and “WHATEVER!” and “SO?!?!?!!!!” I said, “excuse me?” and she then said, “I’m not talking to you!” To which I replied that I hoped she makes it in time then. Then, the stair door was slammed shut.

She stomped around, mumbling about not having anything to wear and having no nice shoes. Finally, she went outside and it sounded like she tried to slam the outside door but it didn’t work out the way she expected (or wanted).

She wasn’t up really late. However, I have found out that she did not do her homework last night, instead she played games and talked on the phone. THAT is going to stop now. She’s usually really good about all of this, but this year, I don’t know. I don’t know if something has happened that she won’t talk about or if its just the timing of everything.

All I know is that I am done with it and I will have to make her realize that I do the things I do for her because I want to, not because I have to. Not by any means. Time to be “bad cop” apparently which is okay, because I’m not the favorite. Ray is. Always has been. For her.

Reminders that nearly everything is a privilege not a birth given right are going to ensue.

Sigh. Its going to be such a fun week, n’est pas?