A morning with a teenager, It is like a tornado in my kitchen!
I woke up on Boxing Day with a feeling of piece in my mind. I have been free from work over Christmas and also have leave from work a whole week further. I don’t have to get up from my bed right now if I don’t want to, and just knowing gives me peace. And I don’t have to go out in the frigid winter weather outside either. But a delightful scent from the morning coffee attract me, so I rise, put on my robe and goes towards the kitchen. Lucky for me, my husband always gets up early in the morning and makes coffee for both of us.
On my way down the stairs I met our teenage daughter, Emma, and while she is passing me on her way up she say; Mom, the damned Internet isn’t working, damned *** shit! Before I have reach the ground floor she passes me again on her way down and smashes the door to here room. Boom!
So, that’s the mood today, I think to myself, not yet properly awake, and still on my way to that lovely coffee.
When eating my breakfast I conclude that the fu***** shit Internet is working again, because the music from spotify vibrates through the door and even through the wall to her room. I was listening to a morning program on the radio, but suddenly I couldn’t distinguish what they say and the music from the radio does not seem to get along so well with her music. I remain calm in the cacophony, well knowing that sometimes it isn’t worth the effort. I am satisfied for now if I only can sit her with my coffee. But no, suddenly the music from her room escalates rapidly when the door is open and if possible an even angrier daughter comes out again;
“Mom you must fix the internet!!”
“But, you have access to Internet now, what’s the problem?”
“Yes, I have, she reply, but since you didn’t do anything I got some help from a guy on Face book on the phone, and he says that you have to go into the firewall and remove something, but I don’t know what, and in the meantime I am using another web program that is much faster and better than the other, I just had the program there on the computer, I don’t know how it got there, but it is much faster, look for yourself!” And then she brings the laptop to me, with the music still on.
Well, okay I reply stupid. I don’t know how it is with you, but my brain is working a little bit slow before I have had the chance to drink my coffee and had my breakfast, and fire walls and computers isn’t my favourite object in any time of the day and definitely not in the early morning. By just answer; well, I have manage to postpone the problem to later and can instead focus on a more important matter, how is she dressed!!
She is on her way to the shopping malls with some friends to exercise their favourite hobby; to spend money. The shops are indeed indoors but she has to wait for the bus at the bus stop in minus 15 degrees and it is windy, and how is she dressed? Well, she is wearing a pair of thin tights and a thin leopard patterned tank top in viscose!
“No, young lady, you must put something more on, take a cardigan at least!”
She stopped dead in the kitchen and says, “What? Why?”
“You look as if you are going to a party, but you are not, you are going to the malls for shopping on a Sunday in broad daylight”, I reply.
“Well she says, maybe you did dress like this going to parties back in the Stone Age, but now all are dressed like this, and we will be inside all the time”.
“Put a cardigan on” I repeat.
“I do not want to wear a cardigan, I do not have any stylish cardigans and even if I put a cardigan on, I will take it off in the shopping mall, I put it in the cabinet”.
“Put a cardigan on” I repeat!
My daughter raises her voice and says: “It was a ******* nag, I will take that damn cardigan then, and look even worse”. “ I don’t have any good looking or stylish clothes in my shit wardrobe, look at the tights, they are folding on the legs, and look at my hair, one side is wavy and the other is straight, and now a bloody cardigan as well, ***** ***** shit!”
Do like this, I said; buy something then, that goes with the top! You got money, there is no problem!
“O, am I going to ask for help to take the label away in the fitting room, and change clothes there like a pauper, you’re sure crazy!” says my daughter and look at me as if she is wondering how my brain works, or if I in fact are insane.
All this conversation takes place in loud music and I am getting a little bit annoyed.
Her father suitable passes through the kitchen, look at Emma, and says; you don´t go anywhere dressed like that! She pick up the cardigan, march towords her room and smashed the door behind her again.
Ah, I thought, now maybe, trying to find some peace in my cosy corner in the kitchen with a new cup of coffee. The peace and quit last for 2 minutes. Then the door open again; “Mom where do you have your bus card?” “In my jacket”, I reply and she swish past me to her way to the hall, and back again. Boom! There goes the door again but opens almost instantly;
“Mom, where is the receipt on the ear rings that I am supposed to return?” Now it is my turn to go to the hall and fetch the receipt, but I didn’t make it back to my breakfast before; “Mom, where is the ruler, I have to measure the photos for the photo frames?” My turn to go again…..and the door goes boom again!
The phone is ringing, the door opens and the music is again filling the kitchen until it closes again. Boom! It was one of here friend calling, I suppose!
The door opens again, and Emma marches through the kitchen to the hall with the phone to the ear, talking, fetch a pair of boots and marches through the kitchen again in order to try them on in front of the mirror in her room: Boom! That door again! I say to my husband; “we must buy a mirror to the hall”! We look at each other in perfect understanding.
As I sat there I couldn’t help thinking; imagine if she knew how beautiful she really is, but she doesn’t. In my oppinion she is to good looking for her own good! And yet she is so dissatisfied with her self.
Now you probably think; what an awful long time she drinks coffee! But no, everything has happened during 15 minutes or so. It feels like sitting in some kind of chaos, and watch a tornado coming and going, or a whirlwind. And that door to her room…. It’s like being part of one of those comedy farce where they constantly slamming doors, and marches in and out from rooms.
Finally, she is ready to go, the music stops and the door opens again, she walks with brisk steps towards the hall with the cardigan on, but now she is late. I pull my feet in and hold on to the cup, thinking; soon, soon it will be quitely!
Then it comes, the few words that make my mood rise again “Have a nice day, mom, I love you, call you later!”
Finally, both daughter and husband walk out the door. He has the honour to drive her to the bus stop. Since it is Sunday the bus doesn’t stop in our small community. Yes, my coffee is still warm! And I wonder; did they have as good coffee as this, back in the Stone Age?