Where I live, I rent a room from a single mother and her 1.5 children. I say 1.5 because one of the kids spends half of the time at the fathers house while the other kid stays with the mom all of the time.

Well, I moved in because this place was within 2 miles of work, extremely affordable and allowed overnight guests (which is rarely allowed by other renters). Since the kids were older at 12 years and 14 years old I thought things would be more calm and quite. And life living here IS pretty calm and quiet … except for the mornings when the mother tries to get the kids ready for school.

One time the youngest kid lost his plate of breakfast somewhere in the house. This morning the youngest locked the bathroom door while taking a shower and asked his mom to get more shampoo. So I woke up to the mother explaining to the youngest that there might be some hotel shampoos somewhere in there – all the while her trying to get in. Then I hear the youngest ask, “Can I use this bottle with blue stuff in it?”  Then I hear the mother let out a sigh and say “No hun, that is hair gel.”

I’m glad I’m opting out of all that.