Please forgive me, but I was just settling in when my 14-year-old daughter informed me that the water in her shower is knee deep and not draining.
So after an hour of rigorous drain-snaking, here I am. But I’m not complaining.
I’m not allowed to complain.
Seriously.
The other night, my wife and I made a pact. We agreed to quit complaining entirely.
We have three daughters — two of them teens — and my wife and I can find plenty of things to grumble about.
It doesn’t take much to launch either one of us into a full-blown gripe-a-thon. But lately we have come to realize that we are guilty of harping on the negative too much.
So, we resolved to try no complaining for an entire weekend just to see if we could do it.
So, in the spirit of no complaining, I am going to attempt to briefly share only the most positive aspects of living with two teenagers:
All kidding aside, I am completely and utterly dumbstruck that these two children of mine, who were just a few short years ago stick-legged, pig-tailed little girls, have grown up into these beautiful and intelligent young women they are today.
I’m sure anyone who’s ever had a teenager under their roof knows, it’s not always an easy job, but the real truth is, I really have no right to complain.
Contact Mac Lane at maclane@northstate.net
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