Three nights a week I try and attend a Jazzercise class right after work. Sometimes I make to class and other times life gets in the way {or I just become too lazy}. Dinner on the nights I attend class isn't ready until well after 6pm. And some of my family members complain that it's cutting into "their" evening; not leaving enough time for them to do homework, I mean watch tv. So what a proud moment it was for me to come home tonight and see my lovely 14 year old daughter starting dinner. Taking life in her own hands and pitching in. It was quite nice, even if the real reason was to butter us up for a new phone.
Life with teenagers is grand, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
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