'It's not my fault'

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My terrible teenage two

Karen is a mum of mixed sex, 15-year-old twins. And knows it. Each week she shares with us what her teenage two have been up to.

'It strikes me that teenagers have little or no ability to understand things from another person's point of view. They pursue their own agendas with a ruthless selfishness that is positively scary. Things are either not fair or not their fault. They refuse to accept responsibility for their actions and blame you when things go wrong. Much like their toddler selves, they stamp their feet, throw monumental tantrums and demand attention. Our Sunday evening was a case in point.

At 6pm my daughter suddenly realised that she had a media studies essay due in the following morning. Now this wasn't just any Sunday evening, oh no, this was the last day of the half-term break. She'd spent a whole week lying in, lounging around or sleeping over at friends' houses while her school bag hung unopened in the hall.

She demanded help. It didn't matter that I hadn't seen the film she was to write about, that I'd never studied the subject before, that I was busy trying to cook dinner and still had the dogs to walk. It didn't matter that I didn't bl***y well want to!

Nevertheless, I found the film clips on You Tube, did some quick online research and tried my best to offer some constructive advice. Were my efforts gratefully received? Were they heck. It turned out she didn't actually want help, she just wanted to drag us all into her drama. If she was going to suffer, then we would all suffer with her.

At 7.30pm I served up dinner. 'Not this again,' she complained. 'You know I hate this.'

Brat! At 9.30pm, after she'd drained the entire hot water tank so that no one else in the family could have a shower, she told me that her school trousers had a big hole in them and needed sewing. I reached for the needle and cotton.

Monday morning arrived. After straightening her hair, applying her make-up and spraying herself from head to toe in Hollister body spritzer she was ready for school...or so I thought. The bus was due in 3 minutes. Her twin brother was stationed at lookout point by the front door (they can see the bus stop from our house) when she pipes up, 'Have you seen my school shoes?'

AAAAARRRRGGGH!!!!!!! Suffice to say she didn't make it onto the bus. As I drove her to school I tried to explain that she needed to get herself better organised. ‘It's not my fault I couldn't find my shoe,' she snapped.

The red mist descended. I could feel my voice getting louder, my blood pressure rising. 'No,' I yelled. 'But if you hadn't left your homework to the last minute you wouldn't have been so late to bed and you would have been better organised for the morning. If you hadn't spent so long slapping on the make-up and fussing with your hair, you would have realised sooner that your shoe was missing!'

'Seriously mum, you need to chill,' she jibed.  And with that she slammed the car door and was gone.

Teens, don't you just love them.'

Do your teens constantly complain that everything's unfair and not their fault? Tell us in our comments section below or on Facebook.

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