With raising three boys, and two of them in their early teens, fighting is common place. It is so common place, in fact, that silence is worrisome. It is not however, unwelcome. But I digress.
What gets me most about the fighting is that is usually over nothing at all. I had forgotten how stupid teens can be, and I say that lovingly. I was stupid when I was growing up. Parts of me are still stupid. Being a teenager means that your hormones are so out of control you don't know whether to sit down or scream at everyone for everything they ever did. It's stupid, petty and obnoxious and I can't wait till they are 30 so they can realize it too. Although by the time the oldest is 30 I'll be in my 40's and will hopefully have them all out of my damn house.
I have tried to convey to them, on many occasions, how stupid their fights are (always in the most tactful screaming voice), but it falls on deaf ears. Am I shocked? NO. Am I saddened? Yes, and I die a little each time when they tell me they understand. I know it is futile, but I have hope. It lies in the deep, dark crevice that used to be my soul.
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