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 dread the onset of the teen years. Happy New Year, Tara!
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Ohhhh I’m not looking forward to my daughter’s looming teen years. I’m looking even less forward to my son’s. His are more distant, but still.
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My older son being ten, I’m nervously approaching the teenage cliff. I’m scared 🙂 The turmoil isn’t funny, but your humor comes through in this. Well done!
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Though not a laughing matter,it made me laugh:-)Being a Mom to a teenager is a toughie-am lucky that mine is not that crazy & loves me oodles:-)Very well put-loved the words-“Our IQs fail by half”:-)
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Happy New Year to one of the most talented photographers I have the pleasure of learning from.
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My kids are still at the little, cute stage. I don’t want to deal with impish, know-it-all teens like I was. I can’t handle obnoxiousness.
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This is really great! I live in this “purgatory” too! So aptly expressed!
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Fabulous! Wow!
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all we can do is survive. as Ernest Hemingway said “above all, endure.”
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Well written moment of parenthood immortalized.
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