They need lots of lifts, they eat lots of food, they leave mess all over the kitchen and they leave towels all over the bathroom. And they say things like this:
13yo son: MUUUM! I’ve got no school trousers.
Me in worried voice: What, NONE AT ALL?
(Does mental calculations over whether damp trousers can be tumble dried/ blasted with a hairdryer in the 10 minutes before we need to set off for school.)
Me looking in wardrobe: What about these?
(Removes pair of brand new, unworn school trousers, still with labels on.)
15yo son: Can you ring the bus company? My violin isn’t at school!
(Goes to bedroom to double check before making total fool of self phoning the bus company. Locates violin in under two seconds.)
Me: It’s in your bedroom. Under a pile of towels and clothes.
You couldn’t make it up. These two conversations occurred on the same morning within an hour of each other. This is the reality of life with teenage boys.
At some point in the not too distant future, my lovely boys will fly the nest and will be expected to be responsible for themselves. To actually look for their own possessions and have them with them at the right time. And to be wearing clothes. Preferably clean ones. Which they have washed and put away in a place where they can easily locate them again.
It’s a scary thought.
Are all teenage boys as disorganised as mine? Are girls as bad?