At the beginning of April, my Most Favorite (and only) Daughter offered up the extra bedroom in her place while I prepared for my move to Hawaii. It meant sharing space with her, her boyfriend, and my youngest boy child. What the heck…it’s only for a few months, right? I mean…I’ve lived with them for much longer, right?And I Love my children. Really I do. But there are times….well, all I can say is that their saving grace is a great sense of humor.

Living with my two youngest and her boyfriend for the next two months is going to be a real challenge. And sex? Don’t even ask. I haven’t had to bite my tongue for quite some time, lol.

This morning’s conversation:

Me: Where’s my comb? Anyone seen my comb? I had two combs in the bathroom.

Girl Child: Mom, I don’t use a comb.

Youngest Boy Child calls out from the kitchen: Hey Mom? I used it to comb my pubes.
HAHAHAAAAaaaaaa.

Girl Child drops to the floor in a fit of laughter and manages to spit out: Nice one, Bro! HAHAHAhahaaaaa.

OH, FUCK YOU BOTH!!

Girl Child: They’re in the drawer in the hall where YOU put them.

Me: Oh. Shit, I forgot. That’s where the rest of my stuff is….

Them: Hahahaaaaaa

Now get this, as I walk into the living room in an attempt to give them some shit (despite not being close to having some sort of a comeback) Youngest Boy Child walks up to me, lifts my hand with the comb in it, peers intently at the teeth and says, “hold on a minute………oh, never mind.”

Both children collapse on the floor laughing hysterically.

I retreat into the bedroom with comb in hand and proceed to bang my head against the wall…It’s going to be a long 3 months isn’t it?