covid with kids

Hubby, I can handle. We've basically lived in each other's pockets for years and we're both working from home so everything's great. We can have lunch together, take a quick power nap together, natter about our days. But I'm about ready to strangle my kid because everything he does requires that he inform me of whatever he finds interesting/funny/frustrating, or he decides to have a day long gaming session right behind me while I'm trying to work and make sure I'm up to date with it. And don't mention getting a job or a car if you don't want a blank look from him. You're 19 years old! You can keep yourself entertained without my involvement! And my dear spawn, English class was to teach reading comprehension...you can't drive a manual car on an automatic license.

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