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. 
“I’d be concerned if he wasn’t watching porn.”
“That’s my DAWG.”
“I wouldn’t worry; he’s about that age.”
“It’s perfectly fine and normal.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
These are just a few of the classically typical male reactions I have received from various friends when asked what they think of my... 
What? You don’t get text messages from your teens telling you they love you? You know, just letting you know they’re thinking of you, they appreciate you, and everything you do for them just for the hell of it? Not because they want something from you, or because they got in trouble, but simply because they want to let you know they love you, even though they’re in school and... 
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... 
I’m sure everyone is familiar with the saying “Bro’s before hoes”. And I’m sure many of you are nodding your head in agreement. But when do you (men, that is) decide that the woman is in fact not a hoe and, therefore, must come before the bro’s?
This past weekend my 12 year old son faced this challenging choice.
It was Friday and I was picking him up from school at... 
One afternoon, I met up with a colleague of mine for coffee. We’ve known each other for several years now and she’s aware that my husband is a combat vet. We casually discussed our children and whatever troubles they might have been giving us at the moment. On most fronts we agree when it comes to the raising of children, but I was soon to be disillusioned with how different we were on... 
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... 
So my boys are real Rock n’ Roll afficionados. But, my older son, is a die hard head-banger. In my son’s humble opinion rock music is the only music that is of value and that most rap music, now-a-days, has no artistic value or worth, therefore is a waste of time and audio space. He’s been playing rock since he was 11 after teaching himself how to play the guitar. Shortly thereafter,... 
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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