How does it happen? You know, that one time when it appears we are actually having a nice dinner, kids are talking about their day, Mom and Dad are eating way too much lasagna and garlic bread, and then suddenly, the kitchen becomes the launch pad of a Single Stage Rocket taking off for orbits unknown.

My kitchen at dinnertime.

What the heck was that? I know about the “witching hour” but this is more explosive, as the photo indicates. This is the combination of tween twins, homework and helvacious mood swings. It’s hard to watch and listen to Dear Daughter’s mood swings, she’s up and down more times in one hour than one of those pumpjacks in the Texas oil fields. Up and down, up and down.

Dear Daughter’s Mood Swings.

How do we gain back that equilibrium without resorting to another all night drunken fest uh, punishment? We could call in Mr. Squarepants, he always seems to be in a good mood. We could announce to the kids that they don’t have to do their homework tonight. Irresponsible parents! 

Spongebob, can you help restore peace to our world?

We could call it a snow day tomorrow even though it isn’t, yet. No, that would be more work for the parents. It’s funny how when the kids get crazy, the dogs start acting that way too, as if to say, hey we want to join in the chaos too. Pretty soon, it’s like the whole damn house is sliding back and forth with the power of  the earth’s tectonic plates. Yikes what do we do?

My world in chaos!

Not to worry Mom this too shall pass, the mood swings will morph into the full blown teenage angst, the bickering siblings will soon be hooked up full time to Ipods and cell phones. And my hearing will eventually diminish right  into my golden years.

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