You may, or may not, know that Mr Tammy has a 15-year-old daughter. She is beautiful, polite kind and caring. As step daughters go I lucked right in make no mistake but it’s not all sweetness and light, living with a 15-year-old is a big hard dose of reality, and here is why:
- You will no longer be considered cool, or ‘with it’ (god I sound old just writing that). You know the lingo you used to speak at school, the things you’d say and your parents would look at you wondering what on Earth you were on about. Well the tables have turned my friends. The 15-year-old was presented with dinner the other night and referred to it as ‘dank man’ … no idea. Was this a compliment? Probably not. Oh and we all know about Netflix and Chill right?…
- Teenage girls will be able to apply make up better than you, and they don’t even bloody need it. They will have a haul that puts yours to shame and have the luxury of spending hours, literally, in front of a mirror. You will find yourself asking, ‘ummm so can you show me how to contour then?’. Also, they don’t find out how to apply their make up from reading SHOUT your back ground noise will be Zoella telling you exactly what you should be wearing and how you should be wearing it.
- You will not feel fashionable because you don’t know what Stan Smiths are. You do not own a bomber jacket, your jeans aren’t ripped at the knee, and you don’t have a River Island Tote.
- You will feel fat. All.the.time. There is nothing like long legged, size 6 model teetering about the house in a crop top to remind you of your mum tum hidden under your granny pants.
- You are not care free. Oh no. You cannot saunter in at 10 o’clock on a Friday night, maybe with your mates, maybe not. You cannot sleep till 1pm. You’re biggest stress is no longer who is, or is not, talking to who. Your parents don’t pay your phone bill anymore or anything for that matter. Your only responsibility of getting your homework in on time is a thing of the past.
- You are not quite as agile as you once were, doing backward flips on the trampoline is not a good idea, no matter how many proseccos you may have had.
- You feel as though your prime has gone. Woah heavy huh, bear with. You are presented with youth, beauty, ambition and possibility everyday and you can’t help it, you can’t help but think those days where you were the bright-eyed bushy-tailed student with the world at your feet have passed… instead you are the one encouraging them, putting your children and their future before yours, whilst you contemplate which eye cream will have the biggest impact.
That being said, it’s not all bad. Whilst I don’t recommend comparing ones self to these bright and beautiful creatures there are some perks to no longer being a teenager.
- You don’t have to wash your hair everyday – just as well really cause my babies really wouldn’t stand for that.
- You can drink publicly, without it being in a park.
- Everything is no longer NOT FAIR.
- You’re really not that bothered who is not talking to who.
- You might not have a River Island tote but you may have a Mulberry.
- You don’t have homework, but you may have to brush up on your GCSE science.
- You don’t need permission to go out, just babysitters.
- Hormones do not dictate your life, well minus the whole hormonal wreck that is the
pregnancy/post natal situation.
- Not everything is a BIG DEAL.
- The world probably won’t end when things go wrong.
So it’s not all bad eh, just avoid mirrors…