I HATE YOU!

Tonight we had a fun night planned. Our Elementary school has a fun night of pizza and bingo for books. Best part it's FREE. Truthfully I'm beat and don't really want to go. I've had many a long night lately with the sick munchkins. So I took the first out I got. Morgan kicked Brynn as hard as she could and Brynn was yanking a handful of hair. I said "that's it, I'm not taking you anywhere." Morgan glares at me with a look of pure hatred. Meanwhile Brynn is squealing her high pitched squeal of pain that I'm pretty sure was mostly for attention and that every dog for miles heard. Morgan tells me she hates Brynn and that she is the worst sister ever, and stomps off. I follow to parent and tell her she is to old for this type of behavior and what do I get? The glare, the sheer hatred glare, this pre-teeny bopper glare that she has recently picked up, the if looks could kill kind of stare. Before I could get a word in edge wise "I HATE YOU" to which I respond "so what?" stomp stomp stomp, SLAM. In that moment I truly didn't care that she hates me for the moment, because truthfully I don't really like her much in the moment either. Don't get me wrong I love her, I'm just having a hard time with the new pre-teen creature that is now residing in her. I'm sure there is a lot of emotion behind her hate, Matt being gone, stress, hormones and me, but for tonight I'm just going to be a lazy parent and let her hate me. Until I have it in me to be the kind of understanding mom she needs, I'll let it go.