Life with adolescent children—torture. Pure turture!
One in the throes.(she’s easily as bad as two at the same time)
Two to go.
You can do this …
(Me whining silently in my mind: I can’t! I can’t do this. This is way more payback than I earned! Help me…)
No one’s going to save me from this teen angst misery are they?
And she was the sunny one.
Can’t wait until she comes back to the normal human domain.
Parental love is: not killing them.