Published on Friday, January 8, 2010 by Katherine You never have to change the sheets because your teenagers sleep on the couches. There is drool on your couch and the arm rest smells like dirty hair. Briefs are out and boxers are in. Every month you find cut hair in the sink and on the floor.  Nobody looks like they have had a haircut. You see their eyes shift towards you as they quickly type a text mess...