My son is moody. One minute Hermes is my loving little son. The next a prickly little cactus. Tonight he's mad because I said he could have ice cream. My partner said no, because it is too late and the tween-ager won't be able to sleep. So he started crying.
I remember being an emotional kid. I felt so much all the time, like sensory overload. I used to resent my mom because she seemed unhappy all the time. Now I realize I am more like this son than I care to admit. I feel sorry for my mom because I must have been a pain in the ass much of my tween years.
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