This crazy gift called life!

Well, it's finally here...the start of Hormone season...keep alert for frequent mood changes, large wind gusts from frequent yelling, and possible damage from thrown objects. Frequent hormone watches may affect your area! If your area is affected by a hormone warning please grab a bowl of chocolate ice cream and proceed to the nearest closet to take cover. In the event of a raging hormonal storm, hold bowl of ice cream over your head and pray! Yes, it is thebeginning  of the school year...wish me luck as I will be trapped in a house with 2 preteen girls...! This has been a public service announcement! :)

I smell coffee! *sniffs appreciatively* *follows smell into hallway* *inhales hugely and gags on cloud of perfume* *coughs and sputters in shock* The Raggy Side has gassed me! *whispers to Obipon* Smart adversaries, they are! (I do believe we will be downgrading to a "less scented" perfume seeing as they feel they need to wear the entire bottle at once!) The training of Princess Littlepad and her evil tormentor, Darth Mustyodor, is coming to an end. Summer looms endlessly before me...filled with tampon lightsaber battles and hormone-fueled peasant riots...Why must school end? *sigh* *sips coffee and enjoys the peaceful life*....

Jadyn (my youngest daughter): Mom, can I go swimming?  Me: Have you done your dishes yet?  *Intermission for small preteen screaming tantrum followed by angry muttering*  10 MINUTES LATER: Mom, I can't do dishes because we have no dish soap! *sips coffee while remembering I just washed a coffee mug 15 minutes ago with a 3/4 full bottle of dish soap*  Walking into the kitchen, I realize that the dish soap monster has struck again and left behind his calling card of 6 mason jars filled with a blue soap-like substance hidden behind the dish drainer. *grins and sips my coffee* diabolical little monster, isn't he? ;)

Waving at my daughters as they head off to school, I am silently chuckling inside, thinking about our morning. It starts, per the usual, with a blanket tug of war and the evil Darth Vader death stare from both of them...afterwards it quickly dissolves into World War 3: Hormone Edition. They have their own drama series in my mind called "Star Rags". Mainly because of their creativity with weapons choice :) *chuckles* My trip to the coffee pot is often fraught with danger since I must brave the hallway between the bathroom and their headquarters :) It's all good unless you unwittingly wander into a tampon lightsaber duel or catch a curling iron cord trip wire meant for the enemy...my natural clumsiness often makes this quite entertaining.  The name of some "mom" person (not sure who this is? *giggles*) is often bandied about the house followed by phrases such as "Mom, she looks like a jackwagon! Make her change her clothes!" *scratching my head* What is ...