Having 15-year-old teenage twin boys at home constantly over the holidays made my house look like a crime scene. Only difference is the ‘criminals’ did not leave the house. In actual fact they became like gremlins, they multiplied.
More hormone raging boys as if by magic appeared in my home and also lounged about staring glassy-eyed at their phone screens. (This is what they do nowadays and they call it socializing.)
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This meant a lot of grazing happened, and boy oh boy, can teenage boys eat. The scene from the movie “Jurassic Park” where they feed the velociraptors comes to mind.
And every time I ask one of them to please wash a dish or pick up a sock, I am met with rolling eyes, deep sighs, a curt “fine” and slamming doors. Now they happen to miraculously be doing ‘average’ at school which means they are not that “special”.
But I am not sure if the education department has actually investigated this intelligence level as I am still repeating every day the most basic things like, “Go shower, brush your teeth and use deodorant”
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Then there is the issue of my one son’s room that smelled like shoes and socks went to die there. My one friend commented, “Chernobyl could be less contaminated than that room.”
Finally just when I think that the carnage would never end and I needed to run for Mexico, school started and my house survived the teenage cyclone.
