Noise is the worst part of living with sexually active young adults and it annoys their siblings too
It’s been years since I could pack the children off to bed early, leaving Ed and me with the whole evening to ourselves. Now when we eventually stagger upstairs, exhausted, we are always the first to turn off the lights. In the darkness, we’re aware of the rest of the household, wide awake, and just outside our room. The sound of guitar strumming, running footsteps, arguments and the grunting of one of the boys lifting weights is hard to ignore and not conducive to relaxation, or anything else.
“There’s no space in this house,” Ed mutters, as a loud knock on our door is immediately followed by Zac sticking his head around it.
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