When I was in my 20s, everytime I felt clucky I used to 'borrow' a friend's little girl, take her out for a day at the zoo or whatever, get her stoked up on sweets and then hand her back to her parents, sugar-high and over-excited. Yes, I know - and I am paying for it now.
She is now almost-17, and is living with me for a few months. She's only been here for three weeks, and she just discovered that while 'Cool Auntie A.' might treat her more like a grown up than her parents do and give her more freedom, that doesn't mean she gets free rein and I expect her to behave properly. Today there has been major drama to do with her use of my computer, and I feel like I've just gone ten rounds with a prizefighting grizzy! I even rang my mother afterwards to apologise to her for the shit I pulled at that age.
So kudos to you real parents who have been doing this for years. 3 weeks and I'm exhausted! Lord knows how we'll get through the next 3 months.
Oh, and is there any way to effectively communicate with a hysterical 16 year old who has locked herself in her room?


