You know those commercials of idyllic life? Where the mom has an impeccably clean home, and beautifully furnished, and her son brings home his friends, and she has a beautiful platter of food for the strapping youngsters rabidly starving after being outside?
That’s not me, ever.
The ROTC kids like to come over after practice twice a week, and they like to take over the kitchen. Drinks, food, snacks, pretty much everything is open season. And the conversations are hilarious. I had no idea a burger could become petrified in the floorboard of a Toyota. I also didn’t know that you can slide into said Toyota like you are a Hazzard Duke with the General Lee. Not because it’s cool, but because the locks are broken.
Like this, but with only two legs.
And right now, they are playing Rockbandâ„¢ while my ceiling shakes and my eardrums wince.
It’s kinda cool being the hip mom, though. Even if I do wear glasses and yell at them to get off my lawn 😉
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