Seventeen.
I don’t know how it happened. I really don’t. One minute, he was red-faced and indignant, his hands balled up into fists as he screamed his defiance at having to leave the comfort and warmth of his bed, to be thrust into the cold unforgiving outside… and then, this morning, he’s red-faced and indignant, his […]
Housekeeping!
I’m not the best housekeeper, much to my mama‘s dismay. (Have you entered her contest yet? Hurry!) Things pile up, we sift through piles, we rearrange them, we sometimes (rarely) toss them, its.. well. Let’s just say I’m a packrat that married a packrat, and we both possessed the “bah, who cares” gene which we, […]
Living with teenage boys.
I count myself lucky, actually, to have a son that collected such a great group of friends. I am even more lucky in that I, as they are fond of telling me, possess the mind and humor of a 16 year old boy. We all get along just fine. Which is why I’m never afraid […]
Boys and soap.
I like to wander through my referral stats obsessively occasionally, just to see what brought folks here to read about my kids and the care and raising of teenagers in general. Sometimes it’s typical boring stuff, other times it’s random words put together to get a porn reference, and sometimes.. sometimes it makes me laugh […]
Alright, explain!
[Don’t forget about our giveaway! Click here – only two more days to comment for your chance to win!] Just WHAT is it with teenage boys and pointy, shiny, sharp things? I blame my husband. He was the same way, as were all of his friends. At any point in time, there was anywhere from […]
