Oh my. 14 year olds are like aliens.
Was I like that?
I suspect I was but I also suspect that it all makes sense in a 14 year old brain.
I didn’t sign up for life with a step daughter. Well, I kinda did. I did know about her existence and I did know that she would sail into our lives at some point. But until it actually happens it’s all just an abstract possibility. You know?
I feel a little petty when I get annoyed at the small things. I mean, she lived almost 14 years without a Dad. Do I really have a right to get annoyed that she only can figure out the “ON” part of light switches?
We went out for dinner last night. It was after a rather hectic errand running session and I really, really could have used a glass of red for my frazzled nerves. I didn’t get one though. I hate paying $6 or $7 for a glass when I can get a nice bottle for $14 at the store.
But I really, really wanted one.
Got a ginger ale instead.
I mean, we’re not exactly the Bank of C@nada, you know? But Miss M? She’s orders a smoothie that costs almost as much as a glass of much needed red. Then she orders the most expensive thing on the menu. Steak and Scampi. And then she’s too full to eat the steak! Are you fucking kidding me?
The rest of us had pasta and she orders this and can’t eat it???
I was pretty annoyed. We don’t have a lot of extra money and going out for dinner is a treat. When we go out we try to practice a little moderation.
This happened last time we went out too. She filled up on the big appetizer tray that she asked us to order and share. Then she barely touched her expensive dinner and add-on salad bar.
I’m being petty right? I know it but I’m annoyed.
Any advice on how to deal with a ready made teenager?