I want to highlight the wonderful things that come with having teenagers. I am not familiar at all with hash tags because in my old day they were pound signs. Anyhoo the point being, I think this series of posts which I know will be easy to write and plentiful would be called #teenssuckeggs or something like that.
Y'all are loud. I mean LOUD!! I don't think you will fully understand the depth of this statement until the mother's (my) curse kicks in and kicks you in the pants. Jackson, you mumble and sing and blather and sometimes it's cute because weird things fly out of your mouth.
Then there are the other times when you just want to find the nearest role of duct tape and get it over with. Since my ears can't be duct taped, it'll have to be your lovely lips, my dear son. Meredith, when you get hurt, and by hurt I mean even the most microscopic of boo-boos, you scream like a limb has been removed and then proceed to limp or favor said body part so everyone remembers the tragedy.
I love you guys, I do. But since I can't capture the actual noise level, I can give you this. So if you can only imagine.
Love, Mom
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