Just a passing phase....my ass!

Someone want to tell me what’s wrong with the youth of today? Please.

What part of “turn the light off when you leave a room” is so very hard for them to understand? Or, how about “no food in the basement”, “put it away when you’re done with it”, “please put the seat down when you’re done missing the bowl”, “dirty clothes go in the dirty laundry hamper…..yes, that one right there….next to the washing machine”, “clear the table and rinse and stack the dishes”….I don’t know, I think they’re pretty well straight forward statements. No twisting of words that would require a degree in linguistics to figure out exactly what it is that has been said.

I’ve got 3 of them now. Youth’s that is!! (Sorry, have no clue if that’s correct, you know, with the apostrophe and stuff.) Yes, #2 has entered that phase of life known as “hey Mom, Dad, I’m soooo gonna make your life awful for the next 4 – 5 years”. And by three, I mean yes, ALL THREE OF THEM!!!! Doesn’t matter how old you are, apparently, if you're male and live in my house, you never really leave that phase. You just learn how to cover it up and appear somewhat rational. You know, all four wheels on the ground, act like you’re playing with a full deck, look like the sharpest tool in the shed…. but only when you absolutely have to….

I call this "Hell On Earth".

Earlier this week I had drafted a blog and it was a complete and total gripefest. There were a number of well written (in my opinion anyway, you’ll never know!), descriptive paragraphs telling of just how life is in this house for me, the sole female, in a male dominate household. No, I didn’t say male dominated household, I said male dominate! There is a huge difference you know….

And I decided not to post it. It was written in a passing moment, one of those things that if you were actually saying it out loud, you would say to yourself “Did I really just say that out loud? Shit… I meant to only think it.” Yeah, it wasn’t pretty. And then I had to get to thinking about writing something that I could actually “say” out loud. Which, for me, was a first. Yes, a confession. I actually decided to instill a little bit of discretion into what I write that I might like to post. Instead of babbling off at the fingertips, putting out here whatever decides to enter my brain and make its way down to the keyboard, I decided to read it before I posted it.

WON'T be making that mistake again....just kidding.....maybe.....

It's just that, well one day, maybe my one of my future daughter-in-laws may discover this and read it and say to themselves “WTF????….You’ve got to be kidding me??…I am NOT putting up with THAT shit” and end up NOT being my daughter-in-law! The boys can read it all they want…I don’t care…They’ve lived it! That's the fact, Jack.

It’s the females I’m worried about!

I have to break it to them gently. In oh-so-subtle ways, let them know just what they’re getting themselves into, should they decide to spend the rest of their lives with my sons.

I think need a psychology course or three!