T'is the night before Christmas, and I hope all of you are having a good holiday so far. If you can travel to your parent's house, have Christmas Eve dinner, and celebrate the magical holiday without anyone fighting each other or having a Midwestern battle of passive aggression, you're one of the lucky ones. If you're among the many unlucky ones, you're already reeling from the storm and stress of having to interact unusually closely with your family. Or perhaps you didn't go home for this holiday and are dealing with the ugly aftermath of your absence from afar.
This is a prime week for wild parenting texts from parental units. Most weeks are about occasionally petty squabbles regarding religion, LGBT identity, or an absentee parent trying and failing to come back into their children's lives. This week is all about whether somebody wasn't around to eat the broiled cornish game hen with people they feel obliged to be around.
This is a prime week for wild parenting texts from parental units. Most weeks are about occasionally petty squabbles regarding religion, LGBT identity, or an absentee parent trying and failing to come back into their children's lives. This week is all about whether somebody wasn't around to eat the broiled cornish game hen with people they feel obliged to be around.
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