And then she was 9

A Friday night fondue supper, a kid-based shopping spree, and supper at my mother's completed b-day celebrations for our now 9-year old. Hopefully, the start of her 10th year of life will be smoother than the last couple days. The parties, excitement, and late nights have turned our normally intense babygirl into an impatient firecracker. Of course, it doesn't help that I am having her participate more in little, tiny tasks that can make a difference in our home... and for ME! I know it's my fault, I've always been the kind of mom to put the girls' dishes away for them, same goes for their coats when they get home, and putting their socks in their sock drawer and so many more small yet time-consuming things when you add it all up. Now that they are 9 and almost 13, I want to turn things around a little. We've been working on this for quite some time (we're talking years really...) with biggirl and I still have to tell her to do it or put up with her dirty dishes, boots, and coat lying around (among other things). So, I guess I feel I should get a head start with babygirl and if I'm lucky they'll both get it at the same time and it'll be a done deal. (ha!) The problem is that it's just so much quicker for me to do it for them and it really does require a lot less energy versus having to hassle them about it and then be on the receiving end of their pre-teen and teen attitude. Oh my the attitude! Now there is one thing I cannot stand. At. All. What's a mom to do? It's unacceptable, rude, horrible, frustrating, and insulting. It drives me absolutely crazy. I sooooo don't deserve it. One day, they'll get it. Right?