Teenage Dream

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It's dangerously close to the end of summer. And you know how near the end of anything that thing seems to become nearly intolerable.  Like my kids on summer break.  The complaining, the fighting.  the angst and the need to be chauffeured in opposite directions of town at the same exact time. But, that's not the worst of it.  The worst is two little seemingly innocent words that enrage me beyond words.

 "I know." 

My house is a barrage of 'I knows'.  From morning until night.  Miraculously, my kids know everything.  It's true.  However, they don't do anything with all this 'knowing'.  So while they constantly parrot, "I know", I constantly parrot back another two words. "Show me".  

But they never do.

It's frustrating as hell and a legacy handed down from generation to generation.  I remember delivering the same words, with the same definitive, degrading snark to my mom.  Absolutely positive that she was an idiot, who didn't understand anything.  Exactly like my kids do to me.  

KARMA IS SUCH A BITCH.

I wish I could tell my mom how sorry I am I was such a pain in the ass teenager.

Because I now have pain is the ass teenagers of my own.

And I'm positive she'd simply say, "I know."