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. 
For the last seven months I have been hiding something from you, my readers, and while I of course have had legitimate reasons for keeping this from you, I feel the time has come to reveal the truth.
Seven months ago my husband of 16 years ago ended our marriage (I will not get into the details of why or how, as it is irrelevant at this point). Of course it was an extremely difficult time for me,... 
When I started writing this blog a year ago, I decided that I would not “sell myself out” to corporate sponsorship or advertising, i.e, product reviews, as most other mom & dad bloggers do in order to monetize on their blogs. Not that I have anything against those who do, I mean every one has to make money somehow right? But I made a choice not to do this.
As a writer and as a story... 
My 15 yr old son and a few of his friends have a little “hideout”, if you will. It’s a secluded spot in the forest in front of their school that they discovered at the beginning of the school year. My son, being the adventurer that he is, found it to be a perfect building location for their own rudimentary and primitive hangout. Over the months they’ve made it their own,... 
“It’s an organ.” -me.
“It’s a muscle.” -12 year old.
“It’s an organ.” -me more sternly.
“It’s a bone!!” -15 year old yells from his room.
“It is an organ!!” -I yell back.
“Then why’s it called a boner??” -15 year old taunts.
“Cuz it get’s hard like a bone!!” -I yell back at him.
These are... 
“My daughter is afraid of your son.” My friend said to me as she poured us each a glass of wine.
“Whyyyy?” I was taken aback by the statement. What had my son done to make her daughter afraid of him?
“She thinks he’s a warlock.”
“Ohhhhh.” Now I understood. “Well, maybe she should ask him herself.” I told her.
“She... 
“Mom, would you get mad at me if I got a detention for putting a tampon in a friends backpack?”
I was in the process of making my coffee when my 12 year old came up to me and propositioned me with this very interesting question. I looked up from stirring my coffee and met his eyes. He had a smirk on his face and it took everything in me not to bust out laughing.
“Did you get a... 
Last week I took off with my mom, my baby brother and my godmother on a road trip from Miami to Manchester, New Hampshire. Unfortunately the reason for our trip was to spend time with my aunt (who was like a second mother to me) in her final hours of life. My aunt, who had also suffered and survived polio at a young age, was diagnosed with ALS (a.k.a Lou Gehrigs disease) almost 10 months ago.... 
Ok, so the last two posts I wrote were pretty heavy, deep and as some put it (which I am completely flattered by), “inspiring”. So I decided to lighten the mood a little this time:
Older son says to younger son: “Look what I made,” and shows him a leather wallet.
Younger son asks, “What is it?”
Older son sarcastically answers, “A dildo man, what do you... 
I was carded buying a bottle of wine.
I was asked by a cashier if I was my 12 year old’s sister.
I dropped off my 14 year old at a friends birthday party and the dad asked me if I was my sons sister.
At 33 most people would be flattered by these inquiries. I, however, am not particularly thrilled by them. You see, these are small examples of the nuances of having become a mother as a teenager. ... 
Well, to be fair, the Grinch is really my 14 year old. My younger one enjoys the Christmas spirit and likes to participate in it. My 14 year old though, he doesn’t care for anything Christmas, including Christmas trees or Christmas lights. According to him, buying a tree is a waste of money since you’re just going to throw it out in a month and the lights only run up the electricity bill... 
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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