I’ve got two kids in high school, so I’m no stranger to the teenage chaos, but can we just take a moment to discuss how incredibly stressful it is? Spoiler alert: just because you’ve navigated this before doesn’t mean it gets any easier. I’m here to spill the tea, and honestly, I need to vent to someone—anyone.
I had no clue how offensive I could be until my youngest entered middle school. It seems that everything I do is now a reason for eye-rolling, dramatic exits, or endless critiques about how “cringe” I am. Seriously, when did “cringe” even become a thing?
For example, I can’t even ask if he’s packed his lunch or suggest ice cream without it turning into a scene. My middle schooler clings to some toddler traits while simultaneously believing he’s the one in charge. The clash is a recipe for chaos, and believe me, his meltdowns are far more intense than any toddler tantrum I’ve seen. You might want to stock up on Advil or wine to deal with it all—trust me, it helps.
These days, he’s quieter than a mouse. By that, I mean he ignores me completely—unless he’s trying to convince me to fund some upgrade for his gaming setup or if he’s blasting his latest favorite song while making sure I know just how annoying I am by attempting to show off his dance moves.
The grocery store staff knows me well because tweens can demolish food like nobody’s business. My son, who eats like an aardvark at a buffet, insists we never have any food in the house. I’ve reminded him that it disappears before I can even put it away, but he seems oblivious to that fact.
He owns about five hoodies, all of which mysteriously evade the laundry basket, and somehow, that’s my fault too. Every morning, he’s scrambling for a clean one while ignoring the pile of dirty laundry gathering dust right behind his door.
To get a glimpse into his life, I’ve become a pro at asking questions, but it’s a surefire way to get the silent treatment. The only response I typically get is a string of “I don’t know” to my inquiries about his day or homework. But as soon as I serve his favorite meal, suddenly I’m met with complaints about “that garbage” and requests for fast food, which always gets a firm no from me.
Middle schoolers think they’re master manipulators. Ask them about their chores while they’re glued to a screen, and they’ll look you dead in the eye and lie, even if the overflowing trash bin is right beside them. They’ll promise to come downstairs or get up, yet you know they have zero intention of doing so. Once you confront them, it’s a show of flopping around, half-hearted apologies, and a slew of false promises.
And let’s not even start on affection—just the slightest gesture of love sends them running for the hills. I swear, when I reach out to give my son a quick head rub, he moves away so fast I’m surprised he doesn’t get whiplash.
Sure, I know middle school is a tough transition for kids, but it’s no walk in the park for parents either. I propose we form a support group called “Let’s Survive Middle School Together.” Maybe we can even get matching hoodies for the occasion. Who’s with me?
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Summary
Navigating the tumultuous waters of middle school can be challenging for both kids and parents. As kids oscillate between childhood and adolescence, parents often find themselves confused, frustrated, and humorously outmatched. It’s essential to share experiences and support each other through this wild journey.
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