Contemptuous sighs and lethal stink-eyes
Silent treatments that last for days
Their digits double, omnipotent
Our IQs fail by half, dotage
Teen years, an exhausting level
Of parenting purgatory
Still, I survive
Screwed
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Thin spiral notebook 
I have a feeling I’m going to need this reminder very soon.
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