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. 
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... 
If you’re a parent, or have been around kids and their parents, you know this question well. The infamous “why” is the epitome of curiosity and intrigue. The truth is though, it can also become extremely annoying.
As an observer to this situation you may have noticed parents all too easily dismiss their children with a quick, “just because sweety” answer. As a parent,... 
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... 
For all those who say that teens are incapable of being in love because they are too young, too immature, too whatever…then you must have never had the pleasure of being in love when you were a teenager.
Why do parents tell their kids….”oh hunny it’s just puppy love, you have no idea what being in love is?” Or they talk about being in love as if it’s something that... 
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... 
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... 
Just when I was starting to feel pretty good about myself and my “mothering” capabilities, alas, I am bitch slapped back to reality.
The notion that one of your children could be a mean spirited individual or a bully is a devastating thought. After all, what does that say about you? But worse then that, is the shock of learning that your child, the one who is generous and charming, attentive... 
I have to say that I am very fortunate to have such great communication with my 14 year old son. Although at times, I do question his openness with me and wish he wouldn’t tell me certain gross manly moments, and I’m referring specifically to those that occur with the body (if you have or have had adolescent boys then you know what I’m talking about…but if not perhaps I’ll... 
I’m writing this just as I hang up the phone with the counselor at my sons middle school.
“Hi, Mrs. Olivera, I am calling in reference to your son Christian. First let me just say that he is fine.”
Shouldn’t that be stated the other way around??? Fuck!! Talk about scaring the crap out of you. You already know that the call is going to be bad news!
Anyways, apparently my son went... 
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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