At times it seems as though I have spent half of my adult life loading and unloading a dishwasher. The kitchen sink beckons me with its drudgery and awfulness everyday.

There was a time in our lives when the thought of dining out at a restaurant was met with a certain level of trepidation and anxiety. With small children the reality usually met the expectation . . . . . . .

At some point in time as a parent to boys up to and including the teen years you will encounter the phenomenon of what I casually refer to as couch surfing. No this is not the commonly used term that involves sitting, reclining and/or laying down on a couch . . . . . . .