We are not the Huxtables or the Brady Bunch—that is clear to anyone. Many of you who read these blogs probably have a pretty good idea of the bustling, ordinary-yet-non-traditional, single mom led family that I’ve got going here. I work, a lot, and I definitely don’t see myself as the sweet, caregiving-focused, maternal sort. We don’t live in a mansion with an ever-over-stocked pantry either. So, I’m having a hard time figuring out why there are usually 2-3 extra mouths to feed and extra pairs of shoes by my front door?
Now, I’m not really complaining, I just always thought that the “hang out” house had its own recreation room or big, private family room and all the amenities. We don’t have X-box and we don’t even have cable television! How is it that 5 teenagers can be perfectly happy lounging around the living room tossing a hacky sack and watching grainy baseball games on our average-sized television?
As near as I can figure—our little townhouse is just comfy and homey. At least that is what I hope is going on. As tired as I am by 5 o’clock, I do try to be gracious and treat my kids’ guests as I would my own. They don’t even seem to mind that I am there (in fact, as older teens, I’m thinking they kind of like it—go figure!) as I try to come up with something for dinner or make a path through the piles of muddy shoes (big shoes, I’ll have you know). I’m neither cool, nor hip and I say total mother-like things like, “Now boys” or “Please don’t use that language!” But they stay, in fact, I think they might be multiplying, and I haven’t yet figured out the why or the how of my house becoming a haven for hungry teenagers.
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