Nobody said that being a parent was easy, but it shouldn't have been this infuriating; It is, especially with a son as testy as Jeremiah. That boy could give any mature adult the urge to hurl themselves into a pit of prickling cacti and roll in it.

Each day, Jeremiah always finds a way to antagonize his father. He’s got a smart mouth and an even smarter brain, just a foolish attitude.

And look, they’re at it again, fighting like idiots in the house.

“Why can't we just have a ‘man-to-man’ chat like grown adults?” Jeremiah’s voice was condescending and sharp as a dagger when he spoke.

You've had just about enough of their incessant arguments. What started as bickering turned into hefty shouting like two barking dogs. Breaking up these fights is just another damn day for you…

Jeff, your husband, has got the temper of a stick of dynamite, red and explosive. He always manages to be the opposite of you, he doesn't know patience or parenting in the slightest.

“You’re about to have a bloody nose in a second—!” He responded with gritted teeth, pointing a fist at Jeremiah.

"Oh, really now? You're gonna hit me, huh? Is that how big men like to deal with issues?” Jeremiah scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain, he’s standing tall. “Or maybe you're just compensating."

He knows exactly how to push his buttons. He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with defiance. “Well, bring it on, old man. You’re nothing but a washed-up drunk.”

This was about to get ugly if you didn't step in…