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. 
Sometimes you win some…sometimes you get jack shit.
That’s life right? We’re not always recognized for our hard work, determination and perseverance. Nonetheless, I let my boys know that they have to work harder, stand out brighter, and demonstrate consistency. Because you know what? It’s not enough to be smart or astute in one or multiple subjects…no, that’s not... 
Ok, so not for nothing, but my guys rarely ever get in trouble. It really is very rare that my boys are punished/grounded. They’re pretty well behaved for the most part, and when they do screw up, we deal with the situations in a more “diplomatic” way.
I have a male friend, who is childless at the moment, and is adamant that he will use corporal punishment when raising his children.... 
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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