Preach It Sister!
I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a teenager living in my house. I’m fuzzy on the details, but I’m reasonably sure there would be great moments that I’d treasure forever and would help me to justify my existence on this planet.
That being said however, I have a habit of leaning towards the glass being half-empty. This habit assists me in concluding that the moments of greatest would be overshadowed by the moments of utter catastrophe. I’m not a big fan of the latter moments. At best they’re inconvenient, and, at worst, cost a lot of money.
Long story short, I’m don’t plan on having any teenagers living in my house. I do respect those of you who will, do, or did. Thanks for keeping the human race going. May all your moments be great ones.