UVULA TA PROBLEMS, I'VE A LOTTA PROBLEMS

I'll be the first to admit I have a lot of issues. Time management, double commitments, three kids, one husband. I feel like Rocky Balboa sometimes, like everybody wants a piece of me.

Anyway, Barbie Doll has Prom on Saturday and is demanding a lot of time and energy...and money. Nails, hair, dress, etc... (did I mention make-up?) She is 17 and this is her first real dress up affair and she is very excited.

The boy, Crazy Chester, has been dragged shopping for dresses, and bras, and mascara. I think he is developing either a real appreciation for what girls go through or some gender issues. He asked me yesterday if his butt looked good in a particular pair of shorts.

However, middle daughter, the PI, is driving me absolutely freaking mad.

After much research I have discovered the scientific name for the problem, middlechildshallnotbeignoredandcanspeakandargueandyelltheloudestaboutnothingitus a.k.a. middle child hormonal rebellion.

It is manifested it many different creative ways. I have isolated the root of the problem to be the hair-trigger connection from the brain to her uvula (the hangy down thing in the back of one's throat that helps the voice resonate.) my ears and the fillings in my teeth. It is pretty amazing connection, one only a mother and daughter could share.

I have taken the liberty of posting a picture of my daughters uvula in hopes that some other blogger will recognize the source and symptoms and erase the ten year treatment plan that has been reccomended by child guidance experts (they say I don't have a shot for peace until the oldest one leaves for college.)

Please share hope and treatment and the cure for this most serious case of rebellious teenageitus.

Please help.