Spring and Teenagers

Dear World,
We've had several teases... warm days, rain instead of snow. Hopefully we will have early spring this year, despite what stupid woodchucks in PA have to say.
I'm trying to decide if I actually like my kids. I love them, that goes without saying. I would miss them immensely if they were gone and if something bad happened to them, I would never forgive myself, even if I had nothing to do with whatever happened. (That is called "Mommy Guilt" and as far as I know, it never goes away - my Mom is a prime example). One of the girls is borderline geek - she and my DH spent hours looking up "pi day" tee shirts and pithy sayings on the web. I can get some of them, but never having been too enamored of math, I certainly don't get calculus references (what's a derivitive? As in, "don't drink and derive"?) DH is a geek. He revels in his geekness. On him, geek is almost sexy. Right.
The other daughter is harder to pinhole. She's a teenager. She is rebellious. She wants to do things that are not in her best interest (see: hanging out late at night at the Mall, going to concerts out of town with people she doesn't know and I don't particularly trust, dying hair, wearing ghoulish makeup..... the list does go on and on....) She is very dramatic and knows how to push buttons on her mom. Her dad is harder to manipulate. He doesn't take *hit and lectures her to death. I can understand part of her issues, I am over protective. I wonder if she'd like it if I let her do ever stupid thing she wants to do. Would she grow up faster? Be more understanding? Or would she be dead, injured, in a loony bin??? Dunno.
On a more positive note, I went with K to the Flower Show in Boston this past Sunday. The exhibits, except for miniature gardens, were so-so. The shopping, however, was a blast! We both spent more than intended, but it was all in good fun and we love what we brought home.
The pups missed me, which is more than I can say for my kids. They barely looked up from computer and homework (thank god!) when I came home.
Sigh,
Good day,
Deb