Today instead of the usual Monday potluck, I am pulling one of my favorite stories out of the archives.
For a reason.
A really good reason.
Please read to the end to find out why…
Holly was once a teenager.
Although Holly is naturally
perky, the teenage years turned Holly’s perkiness into
springy teenage angst.
Springy teenage angst can be identified by continuous eye-rolling and hyper-debating.
Holly’s bobbing head in
off-beat time to her walkman was seen wandering around her room and on the well beaten track to the bathroom she shared.
It may have been because Holly lived directly across from her parents bed room…
It may have been because the family needed a break from all the eye-rolling…
It may have been because someone needed to go to the bathroom…
SOMETHING caused Holly’s dad came up with a brilliant idea!
Genius Holly’s dad…
Let’s build Holly a room in the basement!
Holly’s dad built walls.
Holly’s dad built a bathroom.
Holly’s dad put carpet on the floor.
This new room was very helpful in containing Holly’s teenage angst.
This new room was very helpful in containing Holly’s mess.
Holly did not live alone
in her mess.
Holly’s dog didn’t seem to mind the long hours in the bathroom, the constant eye-rolling or the mess.
At the time Holly thought the room was nice.
Now that Holly is no longer suffering from teenage angst she can fully admit that the room was teenage nirvana.
Well, almost teenage nirvana. There was one time when Holly found a small garden snake under her bathroom rug.
And then Holly suffered from
legitimate angst.
The End.
This is not the end of the story!
There is more…
After a series of crazy coincidences, I found that
this very room that my dad built for me was later the home of fellow blogger, Jennifer from Thursday Drive. ย She writes about it
HERE.
Jennifer {who I love dearly and think is one of the most amazing writers I have ever read} is in the middle of a mess. ย Over a year ago she and her children moved across the country to start a new life after a divorce. ย The kids went to visit their dad a few weeks ago and
didn’t return. ย Jennifer is in need of some help to enforce the custody agreement and see her children again.
If there is any way that you can help, please
check out her story on Go Fund Me. ย Thank you so much.
Now GO before I start rolling my eyes.
oh my that was HILARIOUS – I have two girl s- far from teens – but I think I may save this for 10 years!!!!!!!
You are so lucky you only have one brother and he’s younger than you. So. So. So. Lucky.
You would have had that rolly eyes, bathroom hogging slapped out of you by any sister.
I suppose that’s why God gave you all those boys. In his infinite wisdom, he knew a girl child would slap the shit out of your bathroom hogging, eye rolling ways. ๐
I have a feeling Holly’s dad looks just like Dr. Phil. Me also thinks Dr. Phil has a fancy new sauna/poker table/pool table in his basement… that’s where this is going right? You can tell me H, don’t make me wait!
That is like so NOT FAIR that you had like your own basement. Totally Rad though!
(I did have my OWN teen angsty room but not my own bathroom. I had to share with nasty older boys – UCK!)
hmmm… if we shared any of the same teenage angst it’s not a coincidence you made mention of the window to the outside world. Did you perfect the art of climbing out of it?
BTW…your dad does look like Dr.Phil!
Oh my goodness, at first I thought you were talking about my daughters! It is scary how similar this is to them. Well except for the fact that their father does not look like Dr. Phil. ๐
This is the most readable and entertaining post I’ve read today! Hilarious. And LOVE the art. My sister moved into the ATTIC during her teenage angst period – leaving me with two beds and three big windows, and no draft. That might be what limited my own angst, actually.
Will check out editions 2 and 3.
My teenage angst was the attic. Low ceilings, no bathroom. And I had bigger hair. I was a Jersey girl, after all!!!!
I want a house with a basement! I wouldn’t build the kids a room down there, I would make a hideaway for me (a grown-up nirvana)
The best thing about my high school home was that all the bedrooms had a secret hidey hole in the closet. Not sure why, but guess where my diary was??
Can’t wait for the rest!
I can’t wait for parts two and three. These are always wonderful, Holly.