Just how late is too late for teenagers to come home? And is a murderous glare grounds for Division of Family Services intervention?
I'm fascinated with the blend of near-blinding anger and frightfully strong worry. And too tired to do anything but think of scathing retorts to the arguments I know I'll get.
Must calm down, must sleep, must (not) kill sons.
A little place where I record all the fun and odd and mundane goings-on of this wonderful life I share with my big family...
and then I take a nap.
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