Originally Posted by grandma Janice

when my first 3 were teens, I had a toddler to deal with all day. sometimes when they pushed too far, I would run away. Since we lived out in the country, I would fix their dinner(because i didn't want to neglect my DH), go to my room and slam the door to show my displeasure, and stay there and read or something while the kids had to explain to their dad what caused mom to leave. As for their rooms, I mostly left them be until I deemed them unhealthy or a danger of spontaneous combustion. Then I would clean out the clutter and put them out of their use for a while. Once I cleaned out a mess and found a baggie under a bunch of clothes with a tuna sandwich that had started foaming and I think very close to exploding. Oh the joys of raising teens.