I think I have bitten my tongue so hard, and so many times lately, that I'm pretty sure I'm tasting blood.
My nephew is driving me absolutely bonkers, with his 13-year-old attitude. You know, the talking back, the sarcasm, the blatant defiance. Aaauuuggghhhh! I am trapped in the Twilight Zone with an adolescent monster! (And he isn't even talking to ME, he's talking to his grandmother--my mother-in-law! With whom I am still living, you remember.) If he were mine, I would have already backhanded him into another dimension.
Will I survive the next year or so, while hubby finishes college??? At times, I wonder.