My favourite easy way to deal with bored, hormone addled, completely bizarre 11 year old girls who have a crush on a boy named Will? Let someone else do it.
The tall hormonal kid is going to her aunt’s house for the night. The small squeeky one is having another 8 year old friend stay for the night, which means she will be entertained nicely too. I might manage to read my library book. In peace.
Today I’ve already done the hockey shuttling and watching from the stands. I even managed to take them for breakfast and a haircut. The breakfast was only because the hair salon wasn’t open yet, so we decided to kill a little time with coffee and pancakes. And in the hair salon I managed to talk the tall hormonal one into finally cutting off the mullet. She was starting to look like Rob Lowe in Youngblood.
I think I was saying that it pays to have family close and to have friends around for your children to play with. Or I was getting close to coming to that point.
That, and you can convince an 11 year old girl that a haircut would dramatically decrease the dork factor of the bangs that I cut too short last week. Hockey hair worked for Rob Lowe in the 80s. It doesn’t work for my daughter in 2012.