The Big One is now fourteen and has almost overnight, changed from a sweet girl to a moody pain in the ass.
I'm sure it's not helping that I recently got engaged, she started her period and has discovered boys.
Welcome to the Hormone Hot Tub.
I'm sure I was the same way, maybe worse. But I have a few more tools my mother didn't, namely FaceBook and text messages.
Yes. I admit it. I check my daughter's text messages when she's in the shower. I figure I'm paying for the service, so they're my messages too. Okay. That is a stretch. So sue me.
Anyway, I haven't seen anything too shocking or insightful. Although, the other day there was a message from her BFF's BF, McLovin', asking what second base was. She had to ask another friend. I figure if neither she nor McLovin' knew what it meant, they're okay. But on the other hand, a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing.
I told her she couldn't have a FaceBook account unless I was her friend, which I think is fair. Again, she's either really not getting into any trouble, or just hiding it really well.
I'll give it a couple of years, then I'll get my old sweet girl back.
Meanwhile, technology is on my side.