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Living in a House Full of Teenagers

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Sometimes my 6 year old, Spike, must thinks he's 16. I mean, when all you have are teenage siblings, I guess the whole "treat mom like she knows nothing" schtick just rubs off easily? Because that's what we have going on here the past few days. 

Every fall, when it starts to get cold, I refuse to turn on the heater for as long as possible. You know that smell that happens when you first use your heater and it makes you feel like you're choking on the dust of a thousand mummies? I hate that. So I just put on a sweater. And socks. And slippers. And maybe carry a blanket around. All in the name of avoiding mummy dust. 

Spike however has other opinions. 

Do you know how many times I've heard that kid yell, "Why do you always have to keep it so cold in here?!!" At least 8 times a day. 

This morning my husband was getting the kids ready and off to school while I slept in and Spike came into my bedroom just to stand next to my bed and yell, "MOM! While I'm gone will you PLEASE turn on the heater?!!" And then he wouldn't go away until I said I would. 

To be fair, it has been fairly chilly in our house lately. But still - MUMMY DUST. 

Spike also pulls out the teenager "duh mom" moments at other times. Like I'm planning a Halloween party for him kind of last minute, so we printed out invitations and were going over the guest list. I wrote all his friends' names down and emphasized how important it was that they got the invitations today at school....because the party is on saturday (last minute-like). And then I said, "Ok, don't forget you'll be giving the invitations to these people" and read off the list of names again. You know, just to cement things in his brain. And then he deadpans, "MOM, I think I know who my friends are." 

I'm waiting for him to master the eye roll to go with his sass.

(Spike in his Luchador outfit about to ruin his father's day.)





 
There are days where I'm positive I'm the only adult in a house full of teenagers (because sometimes husbands forget they're also adults). It's super fun and also great for my mental health. I'm not going crazy AT ALL. 



Except that I am. 





Please send help. 







And chocolate.




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