Supposedly, we get an extra hour in bed tonight. Not in this house. It will be an extra hour of housework, washing and drying the “I must have these clothes tomorrow!” Such is the demand of teenage son #1, who incidentally is kicking off because I have dared to tell him to tidy the lounge before going and laying on his bed, or slouching at his desk, facetiming his current girlfriend.
Surprisingly perhaps, teenage son #2 is currently (I hope I haven’t spoken too soon) doing his after dinner chores without a fight! Wonders will never cease!
Don’t get me wrong, these teenagers are boys to be proud of, I just wish for a little less chaos when it comes to the evenings