(Return of the) Teenagers

There is nothing like having children to really make you experience to the bitter end how little you can do, how you always land up saying/doing what you *knew* you should not, how utterly incapable you are as a human being.

I love my sons (15 and 13) so that it hurts. But that doesn't stop me from having blazing rows about how late 15 can and cannot stay out. And worst of all, losing in the end anyway.

Ah, maybe in ten years time 15 will have grown up and possibly developed a brain. Maybe 15'll read this text then and think, my, maybe it wasn't all that easy for her either.