Yesterday the fur was flying and heads were rolling. It was not a good teenager-dad day in our house. It's been a lot of adjustments. Z is 19 and has never had to be responsible and contribute to a household. And he's learning the hard way. Him and his daddy were throwing down left and right. Z was calling his mommy to drive the 18 hours to come get him. Than daddy and him would go rounds some more. Than Butch was calling her and telling her the same thing.
So when I got done with work, I loaded five kiddos in my little car and hauled them and their toy guns to a naturey/swampy/rocky trail and let them run for two hours and left the big boys at home to let the feathers settle.