Liquid Courage

Salted Caramel Latte — aka: a hazmat suit.

Teenagers should come with certain precautions. Especially teenagers with their own bathrooms. As much as I go out of my way to avoid it—sometimes, his room needs adult intervention. Geo is an engineer. Lost in his own time-space continuum that does not have maid service. Or any concept of clean. Last week he told me, “Me cleaning my room is like teaching monkeys to talk.”  So, armed with bleach and a certain amount of dread, I cleaned his bathroom. And then stepped out of his room and put on my angry eyes.

“YOU! Here’s a list of things you are picking up in that stye you call a room before I go any further. I’ll deep clean, but really…”

I’m not sure I’m going to ever recover.

IZ to the rescue. In case you’re new to this blog, IZ comes with his own super-hero cape. Usually in the form of a caffeinated frothy drink! 

He whisked me down-town, in this glorious weather (holy cow, a week of sunshine! Did I just jinx it?) for a Salted Caramel Latte at   the Astoria Coffee House and Bistro. 

And now, armed with a bit of liquid courage, I’m stepping back into that boy’s room to restore some semblance of order. Heaven help us, both!