Recently my 14, almost 15, year old daughter decided to vent her latest aggravations at me. This venting included the usual teenage whining voice and complaining how the rest of the world would be better if everybody just saw everything her way.
Mind you, I think a certain amount of venting is good for people and has probably prevented many a heart attack by relieving stress but what about the ventee (said recipient of the venting)?
After a good, hmm, I would say 15 to 20 minutes of this I calmly reminded my daughter she had several responsibilities to take care of and that her voice was starting to get way too loud for her dear old mum. Big boo boo on my part obviously.
Suddenly my IQ went down to that of a peanut with my dear only daughter reminding me of every wrong that she perceived I committed in her short life. I was suddenly instructed on my horrible manners for not saying please when I told her to leave the room and vent somewhere else. At that point the choices in my mind were telling her to leave the room or determining which form of murder I should use (I was probably more inclined just to shoot myself). She continued on with her tirade "Gosh Mom. You never _____________ (fill in the blank). I don't see why I can't do that ____________ (fill in the blank)."
I finally used the proverbial "Knock it off or you are so grounded (and yes I will make your life miserable)." At least that got her to leave the room I was working in but mind you I could hear her all the way up the stairs to her room. And with each word, my IQ was definitely going down, down, down.
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