Ode To Weary Moms of Teens

  The Woes of a Mother with Teenagers

Rolling eyes

And a slamming door

What used to be fun is such a bore.

“Love you mom”

 said once a year

But “Whatever mom!” is loud and clear.

It doesn’t seem possible

                                           That someone could stay

                                               Grumpy and grouchy all week and all day

But my teenage sons

Would find something to bash

Even if handed some serious cash.

It starts in the morning

The teen age huff

In a rage as they leave the car with their stuff.

The auto door clunks

And I feel like a fool

‘cause only the air hears my “Do well in school!”

I remind myself

Every minute after minute

A teen’s mind is full of hormones in it.

The hormones coursing

Makes them irrational--crazy

Unpredictable, surly and of course—plain LAZY

And OH how they eat

Those teen boys of mine.
On the food in the cupboards they constantly dine!

Grocery bills sky high

Pantry full of chips, soda, sweets

Yet daily we hear, “There’s nothing to eat!”

Homework?  Who Cares!

As my boys would surely say

Xbox is important and it gets in the way.

Cleaning done blindly

Overlooking the squalor

Exclaiming, “I’ll do it, if you give me a dollar!”

Relief? Is it coming?

Is it just down the road?

‘Cause the constant worry, I’ll admit is a load.

Life shouldn’t be rushed.

But I’m afraid I’ll erupt!

So adulthood where are you?  Please hurry up!