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 I really don’t know where I went wrong with my boys or if this issue is more common than mothers want to admit. My sons have some nasty, gross, disgusting habits, as well as some annoying ones and I’m here to Out Them! Judge me if you please, but I’d much rather you provide suggestions or feedback as to how to get them to STOP the annoyances and nastiness!! Remember, these... 
“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... 
“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... 
If it’s not enough that I have to deal with teaching 4 university writing classes, my husband being away for training, handling the boys and the house and the dogs by myself, I also have to get sick…horribly, awfully, green phlegmy sick. And there’s no one to take care of me.
To add to my misery, the prescribed antibiotics I had to take, threw my delicate feminine hormones out of whack... 
One of the privileges of being a parent is having the opportunity to answer all kinds of questions…even the embarrassing ones. Ok, so maybe it’s not that much of a privilege, but rather a duty that we must bear and grin our way through. Fortunately for us, if we don’t know the answer to the question, all we have to do is call on our very good friend GOOGLE! And lately, with the... 
Honestly, Daniel looks pretty sexy here so I guess I can forgive him.
Maybe I will never understand it, but quiet frankly why the hell do I need to? Adjust your balls, scratch your balls, air your balls, whatever you want to do with your balls
WHEN I’M NOT LOOKING!
So as you know, I live in a house full of men and I swear, between the three of them, their hands are on their crotches more than I... 
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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