Despite the relative chaos surrounding the holidays right now, I still derive some amount of comfort knowing they will be over soon – although, I don’t know if that is the same for adolescence. Kenza is only ten and a half, and yet it seems she is a hormonal and emotional roller coaster these past few weeks.
On some days I’m her best friend and on others, I’m trying to ruin her life. I’m not allowed to hug her or hold her hand in public anymore. And her name is clearly Kenza, not Roo, not Kenza Roo, not honey bunny nor sweetie. It’s Kenza and that’s final.
Call me optimistic, but Runner Susan having PMS and Kenza going through puberty is close to the worst possible experience as a parent I have encountered so far. Does it happen so suddenly for everyone? I need to get a book or do some research because I need to know there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Or Shopper Susan needs to come out of retirement and drink a few dozen martinis and get a side of botox along the way.