The vigil continues. It’s day three of the older lad’s self-inflicted incarceration, but it seems to be going as well as can be expected. Granted, there are a few sullen grunts here and a few pained moans there, but he’s spent most of the time reading quietly, playing his guitar not so quietly, and watching a little television.= (We allow TV while he’s grounded only because he doesn’t really care for it all that much. See? In retrospect it was genius of me to have weaned him off that thing because now he finds it almost painfully boring. Woo hoo!)
Anyway, I should really get back to enjoying all this peace and quiet now because tomorrow is Liberation Day, and before I know it we’ll be back to our usual routine of karate, skateboarding and general chaos as the boy and his friends run roughshod through the house and our lives…= which I’m actually starting to miss. Maybe just a little bit. But that’s just between you, me and the internets.
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