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I’m 35, basically solo-parenting two energetic boys who actually like playing outside, and our street is usually harmless suburban noise. Then our across-the-street neighbor decided that normal kid laughter was a problem—and turned it into something much bigger.
I’m 35, and most days it feels like I’m a single mom whose husband just occasionally appears at bedtime.
So it’s mostly me and our two boys, Liam (9) and Noah (7).
School.
Snacks. Homework. Bickering.
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