Trying to keep my sanity in a house full of manly ball-scratching, burping, farting, and raised toilet seats.
Trying to keep my sanity in a house full of manly ball-scratching, burping, farting, and raised toilet seats. 
Dick Sauce.
I'm sure you'll never look at sauce in a jar the same!
This is the kind of crap I’m privy to as the mother of two adolescent males and as the wife of an infantry combat vet. The invention of Dick Sauce. Is there anyone out there that can relate to my misery?
But let me start from the beginning.
The scenario: We are in my car. My hubby is driving, my 14 year old is in the back seat with his two buddies, and I am in the passenger seat. As you can see, testosterone outnumbers estrogen 4:1.
We are on our way to pick up our 11 year old at his friends house. The three teens in the back are talking about the nachos they are sharing (one small nachos and cheese because they only had a dollar between the three of them; mind you these are three 14 year old’s, so you can imagine how far a small nachos and cheese will not go). One of the boys, with really long hair, is complaining about my son putting hot sauce on the nachos when suddenly my son says to his friend, “Would you rather have dick sauce with that?”
HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! Everyone, including my husband (and except for myself), begins laughing hysterically. And then, suddenly, as if a new unexplored land had been discovered, there begins an intense conversation about dick sauce! Of all things to discuss! And, above all else, without any regard to the fact that I, the woman, the mother, am sitting there in their presence. It’s as if I don’t exist. Or better yet, it’s as though they think of me as one of “them”. Honestly, I’m not sure which is worse. Sometimes, I think the only time any one around here remembers that I am a woman is when I dress up in a dress and heels (which is almost never, but that’s besides the point!).
So there they are, 3 teenage boys and my hubby talking about different kinds of dick sauce that could be served in some imaginary restaurant that they have invented and how hilarious that would sound to order it with chicken wings. And the only thing I can do is roll my eyes, and enjoy the stupidity of it all. After all, they are my guys, and I love them!
Peace out!
-Natasha Olivera
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My journey into motherhood began when I was 17 years old. Today, I am the mother of two teen boys, 15 and 13, and I am one of the only moms "blogging" about raising teen boys. On this blog, which I like to call a "blogory", I share my candid, poignant, sometimes humorous, but always real, short stories about my stumbles through parenthood as a young mother raising two teen boys while coping with living in a house full of testosterone. My parenting philosophy revolves around honest, no holds barred communication, where no topic is off limits, mixed with an enormous sense of humor. Peace Out! -Natasha Olivera
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lolol. grossssss.
Hey count me in I make great dick sauce we can trade recipes. I miss those good old days of just not having to make sense fun times long gone.
in communist russia, dick sauce means semen.
OMFG I found a family as “out there” as my own. You found a follower for life. SUBSCRIBE!
Honestly, life would be pretty fricken boring if we weren’t so “out there”! Thanks lady!!
I love the Dick-sauce blog….Hilarious….I can picture everything as its happening. I wonder what they would do if they had a house full of women talking about the different types of feminine products out there or which type of panty or bra is more comfortable or all the bloating…hahaha. They would be so grossed out with the mere word coming out of our mouths…But all in all it is cute and awesome how our men keep us alive with their silly stories or silly moves :0. Love your blogs. Keep them coming.
LOL.