For the next ten months, I will be the parent of three teenagers. This is the truth, even though Oldest Daughter claims she is a young adult, not a teenager. Sorry, but if your age has the suffix “teen” in it, e.g. 19, then you are a teenager. The Common Household Son is now 17, and Youngest Daughter just turned 13.
This new status might mean that eye-rolling and requests to use the car will be at an all-time high in the Common Household. Bring it on, baby.
Having teenagers around is great. Here are some things I could not do until I had teenagers:
- ask the teenager to drive his/her sibling to Hebrew school, band rehearsal, summer day-camp, piano lesson, and library. This requires explaining that this is to their advantage since I will be busy earning their college funds instead of driving people around. I don’t tell them that I actually spent my time eating bon-bons and reading blogs.
- ask them to fetch something from the grocery store. This can be slightly disconcerting, since they are as likely to return with the wrong brand/size/item as the Husband would be.
- borrow money from my own kids. Frequently, my children have more cash on hand than I do. For explanation, I have an Actual Example:
I needed cash, but had none, so I borrowed $20 from my son. The next morning, as I was driving him to the SAT test, I said, “I owe you $20.” I said this mostly to remind myself to go to the bank.
Son said, “Yes. And I charge 1% interest per day.” I said, “Just stop that. If you are going to charge me interest, then I’m going to start charging you for the cost of the gas it takes to drive you everywhere.” He said, “Oh. I see. If you control the oil, you control the economy.”
As you can see, at least one of my teenagers is beginning to understand the way the world really works.