I'm going to count my blessings and ignore the writing on the wall.

I've heard that the teenage years are tough. My co-blogger at Guerrilla Parenting, has three of them. Her stories scare the bejeezus out of me. The most common complaint I hear from parents of teens is that they never communicate their feelings. That is why I'm so grateful that my kids are still at the stage where they voice their feelings in many ways. In fact, they pretty clearly spell out their sentiments (or misspell as the case may be:)

Mom

is

stoopi

d.

Phillip will be scrubbing walls and kissing my rear end until he returns to my good graces. Speaking of Phillip, he will be visiting the ENT to figure out why he is still partially deaf in one ear (either that, or he is a gooood actor.)

Lastly, I have a praise report! My kids are no longer wiping their butts on the shower curtain. They are using baby wipes. Now if I can just get them to put them in the trash and get the pee into the toilet. It really sucks to walk into the bathroom, attempt to sit on the toilet and slip on a puddle of pee. It sucks even worse to land with your hand on the poopy baby wipe!

Have a great evening, everyone!