We have an open door policy in our house. Sure, we use locks sometimes, but we have instilled the value of respecting privacy enough that, if a door happens to be closed, we simply knock before entering.
If, on the odd occasion they forget and I’ve stepped out of the shower just as one of the boys come running in to
tell me ask me for something, I simply yell “NAKED!!!!!!” At the top of my lungs – whenever I hear the door creak.
Which usually works. Although I admit it’s kind of overkill those times when it’s the cat.
My 14 year old, God love him, doesn’t need a lock on his door.
Even if you could manage to push the door open, against the ceiling high mound of debris, and navigate successfully through the half eaten bowls of Mac n Cheese to make your entrance, the smell would most certainly stop you, quite literally, dead in your tracks.
Might explain why we haven’t seen him in a few days….
My other son, Mr 16, is never here either. But that’s just because he got a part time job.
His contribution to the family ecosystem is the crusty fast food infused uniforms that I get the pleasure of washing 4 times a week, at 11pm, ready for a last minute early morning shift change.
Oh and did I mention my Friday night ritual of drowning my 9-5 sorrows with red wine has been replaced with midnight pick ups? If the cheesey bedroom remnants don’t get me first I may just die of unintentional weekend sobriety!
Yes, I do quite like living with teenage sons….
Oh, of course I sometimes yearn for the long passed days of early morning cartoons, warm milk bottle cuddles on the couch, snotty noses and crocodile tears. I look at photos of cheeky grins behind sucked thumbs, sleeping angels captured at what most surely is mother natures most serene of moments!
And I remember little love filled hugs that wrap around your thighs and promise to never let go…
But really, who am I to complain?
I mean, nothing quite says “I love you” like a smelly armpit wrapped affectionately around your skull, while the owner of said armpit squeals in delight at the look on your face.
…cheeky grins just get filled with bigger teeth and thumbs write inspired text messages of what can only be called teenage genius!
“yep. I was late to school today, but its cool, cause I’m still getting an education”
…and the equally poetic hand written words in Hallmark Cards….
“we’ll…you’re my Mum, so I guess it goes without saying, I wish you a nice Mothers Day xxx (10 years ago I might have noticed the words more, but these days all I see are the xxx’s)
Yep! The moments of feeling like you are their whole world do become rarer…
and although it drives you crazy, they remain firmly and unchangeably, your whole reason for living…..forever.
Even if living with them does