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Kids, ya gotta love 'em. My husband and I have three and, for added fun, they have decided to grow into teenagers! This past summer we planned a family vacation, but unfortunately our oldest son could not go because he had to work. He is 17 so we said, what the heck, he'll be fine, he follows the rules. The only problem is that we forgot to lay out some of the most important rules like capacity limits for our home! Now, don't get us wrong, a party of, say, 10 or even 15 friends is OK by us. We know he'll clean up and keep it down to a dull roar. But, we did not specify just how many a "few friends" actually was and, well, let's just say we learned our lesson!


Yep, our modest four bedroom home was literally overflowing the night before we were to return with more than 200 people! Whoa! I know what you are thinking, when you have that many people in a house at one time, something is bound to get broken! Well, you are absolutely right. We came home to not just one broken window, but two. My husband was less than happy, but I had hope. I picked up the phone and called Stan our contractor. Stan has been with us for years. He built our home and added our family room a few years ago. He has been a great source of information and pretty much a part of our family. I knew Stan wouldn't steer us wrong. And I was right.


Stan walked in, tape measure in hand, and began measuring this and that. All the while he was smiling. Occasionally, he would chuckle softly to himself. I wondered what was going on, but soon he turned to me and said, "I know ya'll want to strangle that youngin' but just wait cuz he did ya'll a favor!" He left and when he returned he came back with something that changed our life! He brought two brand new Reliabilt 5600 Survivor vinyl replacement windows.


If you're a parent, you know as well as I do that adolescents can be a little, uh, energetic. That plus the strive for independence can make things interesting sometimes. Case in point: this past summer, we had a family vacation planned. Our oldest couldn't go because he had to stay home to work. (Good, responsible lad, we say. Skips vacation because he has to stay home to work. Uh-huh.) Anyway, Chad is 17 and plenty capable of staying home by himself, even if his judgment is less than stellar sometimes. So his dad and I said, "Fine. Just follow the rules." However, we forgot one thing. We forgot to tell him that our little house can't hold a crowd the size of Wembley Stadium at capacity. And while Chad knows that he's perfectly fine having 10 or 15 friends over as long as he cleans up after everyone and doesn't have the police on our front doorstep to ask about the noise violation, he apparently forgot that "a few friends" meant just that. A few. Needless to say, we learned our lesson.


Here's what happened. The night before we were meant to come back from our lovely, relaxing vacation, our little four-bedroom home was crammed to the max with -- no joke -- 200 people. And of course, with 200 people in the house, it's common sense to think, "Okay, something's going to get broken." And that is exactly what happened. Actually, two things got broken; namely, our windows. Hubby wasn't thrilled and I wasn't either, but I pride myself on my ability to keep my cool during stressful circumstances. I just sighed once, picked up the phone, and yelled, "Jack!" (Jack is our trusty, understanding long time contractor.) Jack has been with us for a long, long time, so he knows exactly what our house goes through, what with having three family members in the midst of adolescent angst and bad judgment. Jack not only built our house from scratch, but he also built on our family room. We can call on him in a pinch, but he's also just plain part of the family. I knew he could fix our little problem. And that was right.