Yesterday was Napoleon's 10th birthday.
We've started calling her Napoleon because she has some major height envy. Even for 10 she's short. Heck, at 10 she's short for a 6 year old.
This entire summer has been nothing but a long drawn out hormonal temper tantrum. I love my kids, but this whole tween-ager drama thing is wearing thin. Very thin.
She wants to stay up late (until 10 because she's 10) and that got vetoes.
She feels entitled to boss her little brothers around and then takes it personally when they don't listen to her.
She gets "sick" or "sore" or "not feeling good" at the drop of a hat. And the amount of discomfort is directly related to how little fun she finds a task. Folding laundry- yeah, she'll manage to injure herself doing it. Playing in the pool? Even with an obvious sunburn and five bruises appearing from water fights with her brother, she's feeling just fine.
Yeah... I'm secretly cursing her to have daughters that are just as dramatic as she is. And to make certain there are some traumatized little brothers in there as well. lol!
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