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I'm learning it's a fine line you gotta walk. Karl makes a good point, if they're at your house you at least know where they are, and there are indeed worse places. My 16 year old is part lazy, part spoiled, part slob, so she has no problem making the mess, but it's a battle to get her to clean up after her friends leave. On the otherhand, she is a good person, doesn't generally get in trouble and does extremely well in a school that in less than a year has had one teacher convicted of child molestation, and another fired just last night after he was arrested for serving beer and pot to minors, which makes me have to be a combination of Gunny Highway and Dr. Phil. Today it's more Gunny than Phil, as before I left for work I checked down in the basement where the kids "hang" to find an old dining room table, not special in any way, just a nice sturdy table the kids would play cards or Monopoly at, anyway, I find the top completely separated from the base on it's side, the bolts having been ripped through the wood, and the top which had two extension inserts, in four separate pieces also on the floor. Even Barney Fife could figure out someone was sitting or standing on it and it broke. Kids will be kids. If she had just told me when it happened and had someone apologize it would be no big deal, but what I got back when I talked to her was, "Oh yea, that table has been sort of wobbly lately. I bet it was broken and all it took was the cat jumping up on it and it broke." Naaaaaaaaaah. You come up with a more believable story before I get home, and you will be home, without your friends in tow, until further notice, I believe it's called confined to quarters. I feel your pain TattooBob!
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