The eldest DSD is in complete denial about her parents' divorce and is causing hell. It's not just the usual pre-teen stuff, and it stirs up the other 2 kids. She shows no respect towards property (her own or others) or to us. So far this weekend there has been:
- the usual punch-up in the back of the car on pick-up (it's an hour on the motorway, so impossible to do anything about at 70mph)
- eldest refusing to wear her seat-belt, slipping it off her shoulder as soon as our backs are turned
- an average 10 fights a day, most resulting in physical injury
- a tantrum in a shoe shop resulting in DSD2 lobbing a shoe across the shop
- toys, games, books are hurled in the corner, trodden on and broken. Likewise the hoover which is now broken as a result
- graffiti all over their bedroom desk and lights
- DP is often hit by whichever child doesn't get whatever it is that they have asked for
- they took the car keys and start mucking about in the car
- the eldest just ignores any cajoling/requests/orders from me and most from DP
- they shout across the house to DP, expecting him to serve their every whim (he doesn't)
And this is ignoring the wet towels left lying around the house/in the garden (12 this weekend), the clothes scrumpled in knots, stuffed behind sofas, the sweet/ice-cream wrappers strewn around the house, and the constant back-chat to get DP's attention in whatever form. Plus the carpets are now ruined because they tread in tree sap on their shoes or tights/socks.
Granny was here for her annual visit from overseas; she spent most of her time cowering in the corner.
We have house rules, but they are next to impossible to enforce and the consequences we can impose are limited. Finding positive things to praise would be limited to 'well done, you're breathing'.
They are out of control.
I know that at the heart of all this is a very angry 12yo who hates that her parents have ruined her life by splitting up (DP's fault in her eyes), who hates my existence and I fear is rapidly hating herself. The problem is she won't talk about this to DP, although he's really good at talking to all the kids and does so frequently.
So the question is, what the hell can DP and I do about this? How can we help DSD move on? I can't take many more weekends of this. It's been building up for a year now, but this weekend took the biscuit.