*As previously published on Hybrid Mom
I’m never one who wants to beat a dead horse, but I must continue on my child rearing observations and tidbits. The other morning I was at a friend’s house and there was crazy screaming and yelling coming from somewhere outside. After determining it was coming from her next-door neighbor I, like Mrs. Cravats, went out into the yard, pruning shearers in hand, and pretended I was clipping, trying to hear if it was some sort of domestic violence situation that I would I need to call the police about. It turned out to be a teenage daughter yelling and screaming at her mother, crying and slamming doors. The mother sounded fairly calm and it started to sound like this was a common occurrence. Since my girlfriend was out of town I couldn’t get any background on the situation.