I am learning to cohabitate...at moments I think I may be in-cohabitable. I'm very set in my ways and have only lived with my kids for several years...and they know my weirdness.
One thing I will say is that moving sucks. I'm torn when it comes to change in general. I like it...but I don't like it
I typically throw a lot of food away when it is just me and my kids...in order to have a variety of things in the house to eat..alot goes to waste...that is NO LONGER a problem. A family of 6 eats ALOT of food...and three teenage girls can seriously move some food....one in particular...you have to hide food if you want something for later....cuz it will be gone if you wait more than a few hours. I am not over exaggerating.
I also now know that teenagers will on certain days decide they don't like you...and will run away...but not too far and will be back within hours..
I have learned a very
Another lesson learned is that when I tell Trudy she can wait till Christmas for a new hair straightener...she will take the opportunity to ask the dirtpusher when I'm not around because he never tells her no. Kids learn how to wrap sweet guys like him around their fingers very quickly. She has an undying love for the guy...gee I wonder why...
I am proud to say I have taught the dirtpusher a thing or two also. He has learned to pray for fast REM sleep before I can tuck myself into bed...cuz apparently I snore....only on occassion...but when I do apparently I can saw some shit out of some logs...