Sharing our (crazy) world with an exchange student from Spain

Supermom101 does not have anything unusual or exciting to report besides the Spaniard that is now sleeping in the bedroom of our youngest child. By all appearances he is a kind, respectful young man (16) and greeted our daughter at the airport by kissing both cheeks. (I haven't told my husband...yet!) He even appreciates Supermom101s husband's jokes so everyone is happy. Told our children that I just may end up loving him more than them over the next three weeks.

And so much for cultural barriers. His favorite TV shows are Family Guy and House, his favorite bands are AC/DC and Led Zepplin and his favorite American team is the Boston Celtics.

HUGE bonus is that Supermom101s husband is keeping the heat at 66 degrees even during the night. (We’ll see how long that lasts since it is usually set to 58 degrees.)

While frantically cleaning the house and the bedroom he would be using the furnace kicked on for the first time this year. Our oldest (16) who is hosting the student was assisting me in fumigating his bedroom. Conversation while squeamishly poking under the bed with a duster (and I wasn't just terrified of a harmless little dust bunny):

Supermom101: Your room is freezing.

Son: I know, remember I told you I don't have any heat?

Supermom101: We've lived here for over a year and your room doesn't have heat?

Son: Yeah! Remember I told you how cold it was in here?

Supermom101: Really? The radiator in your room doesn’t work?

Son: Yes, I have no heat in my room…it’s broken.

Supermom101: Well! He can’t sleep in your room. You have no heat.

Two hours later...

Supermom101: Our son's room has no heat.

Husband: Oh.

Supermom101: He said he told us last year.

Husband: Well we're not paying to get it fixed so the exchange student can sleep in his brother's room.

Morale of the story: Our oldest is delighted because he is still sleeping in his queen bed even though he is sharing it with his younger brother who is sleeping on a mattress on the floor. The youngest is thrilled because, well, he's sleeping in his older brother's room. Our daughter...sleeping alone! And the exchange student has a quiet room to himself. Although yesterday morning I found the bedroom window wide open. Either he had had enough and was planning on jumping off the porch roof to escape or it was too hot for him.