He ignored our rule about locking the front door, dropped wet towels on the bathroom floor, and played videos loudly after the children were asleep. Children’sbooks online
Whenever I asked him to lower the volume, he rolled his eyes.
Roy spoke to him several times.
Tyler always answered, “Yeah, okay,” before returning to his phone.
By Tuesday, I no longer saw him as an 18-year-old who had made a few mistakes.
He felt like another child I had been forced to supervise.
Yesterday afternoon, I finally reached my limit.
I needed groceries, but Noah refused to put on shoes, and Emma was crying because I had cut her banana “the wrong way.”
Then I opened the refrigerator.
No milk. No vegetables. Nothing useful for dinner.
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