I may be the most sound-sensitive person you will ever virtually meet. It annoys people, but I can almost hear your blood cruising through your veins, and if you protest something in your head, I can pretty much hear you screaming it as if you were in my face.

Sounds echo echo echo in my ears long after they erupt into the atmosphere.

So when the listicles this week had to do with…

I'm brainstorming here. I'd like this to be well thought out resonating post of parenting rationalization but the truth is that I'm sitting at my desk shocked by interactions that have taken place between myself and my teenage daughter in the past week, things that have come out of nowhere.

I know that over the past year I've come to a sort of mid-life-crisis in parenting similar to that of the 40 year old man that is mid-life minus the new Porsche and Viagra. My daughter is turning…

I am not even sure what started the screaming match between my daughter and I, but all of a sudden our family dinner turned to tears and snot, grounding and a bunch of things being said – I don't know how it gets so out of control so quickly. She's so sweet and little until she decides she's grown.

I don't understand how you can clearly hatefully disrespect someone and then be like “I didn't do anything wrong” - so while we were sitting there playing the blame game it occurred to me…

If only our teens warned us before the next heartbreaking milestone

I've never really been able to find a clear line between childhood and teenage years. It's more of a blurry smear of Mommy's baby meets snoddy attitude.

If I stop for just a minute and take it all in as it's happening, I can recognize the subtle changes that are taking place before me.

She plays on Facebook more than Webkinz

She wears light pink lip gloss instead of bubble gum flavored chapstick…