Our house is generally quite peaceful.
Even with pre-teen and teenage daughters in our home (we prefer to call our 13-year-old a "young adult" because that's what we expect from her behavior), it's unusual to observe fighting and bickering.
Oh, yeah, you'll find the girls nitpicking each other occasionally, or getting on each other's nerves from time to time, but it's usually fleeting and doesn't last long. And, it's pretty quiet. No screaming or yelling.
I feel so blessed. Yeah, we're human, but we're all really trying to live in a godly way with each other.
Until something arrived in the mail that began to create some playful strife - and even, tug-of-war in our home. Between sisters. Between mother and daughter. No, Dad didn't get involved. Thankfully. That would have been U-G-L-Y, because Daddy always wins. He's bigger, stronger, and generally outwits us all.
Hi! I'm Julieanne!