Yes, the Dog Days of August are here. No. I am not talking about the weather. I only wish I were. No, the boiling points of the family have been reached. The kids are acting up. Our patience, Demi's and mine, are wearing thin.
The youngest one is having mood swings like a metronome. A metronome for Metallica that is. Fast and furious. His hormones must be raging. He is maniacally laughing one minute. The next, he is sobbing like he just watched the endings of Brian's Song and Old Yeller in succession. We can't keep up with him.
The older one is at least consistent. He's a PITA. He's cranky. He's surly. He's defiant. He's a smart Alec. Sure, sounds like a typical teenager. Maybe he is. But that is why there are songs about teenagers.
The battles will rage. We will endure. We must. Other parents get through it. So can we.
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