Holding my upset autistic child several hours past her bedtime, wondering when the constant explosions will stop, trying to reassure her that she is safe despite the continuous thundering noise, hoping she and I both fall asleep soon so I'm not a zombie at work tomorrow, and just wondering why we can't celebrate in a less abrasive way.
Always makes me feel like a bad American, but I hate this damn noise so much it sours the whole holiday for me.
Let the down votes commence :/