You know you have a teenage boy in the house when:
1. He suggests a world Marmite drinking contest.
2. He cannot understand you when you ask him to turn down his music. He can’t actually hear you and your pained expression and bleeding ears offer him no clue. To him it’s “not THAT loud”. If he deigns to turn it down it will be, begrudgingly, one notch and will be turned up again as soon as you are downstairs.
3. He turns the radio off/switches channels/tuts a lot when you are driving.
4. You find Pot Noodles/Cup-A-Soups in your shopping trolley and no matter how many times you refill the cupboards they will be empty again the next morning.
5. 10.30am is apparently the middle of the night and he should not be expected to get up or do anything for at least another two hours.
6. It is YOU who has lost his rugby shirt/school journal/socks NOT him. If he has no socks to wear (there is a sock theme developing on this blog!) it is your fault rather than that he has strewn them liberally around his bedroom instead of dropping them into the laundry basket.
7. His shoes are way bigger than yours. He pats you on the head and when you cuddle him it is your head resting against his neck rather than the other way round.
8. You start interpreting his grunts for your husband who seems incapable of deciphering it himself. You start editing your translation so that the words are acceptable to grown up ears.
9. You can’t get in the bathroom in the morning.
10. You start glowering at any teenage girl who dares to look at your boy because none of them, absolutely NONE of them, are good enough for him.
Any more to add to this list?!