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... 
As I pulled out of the driveway my 15 year old got on the phone with one of his friends. I wasn’t paying attention to his conversation, but rather searching for a radio station as I pulled onto the main street.
“Mom can you pick up D at the ice arena?”
“Well aren’t you the clever one!!” I yelled out at him while attempting to keep my eyes on the road, “You wait... 
“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... 
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,... 
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... 
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... 
I’m really not that old (although my 12 year old would beg to differ), but I’m about to start this post like a grandparent would start off telling a story about when they were younger, so bear with me.
Ok, here it goes…..When I was younger, ugh that left a nasty taste in my mouth, when anyone wanted to fight (you know the infamous “I’ll meet you behind the school”... 
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,... 
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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