Babies, boys, and teens, and men. This house is full of testosterone. How does a lone woman, hold her own, and stay girly amidst boy funk, sports 24x7, and boy mess? Well, I am a girly kind of girl. I love make up, hair, fashion, jewelry, Days of Our Lives, and other feminine stuff. I am not a big fan of pink. You won't run into at the market without lipstick on, and even if I am in the carpool lane in my PJ pants, I'll likely have my jewelry on. I treasure my girl friends, and adore their daughters. I like coffee dates, talking about books, and listening to friends catch me up on their lives. I crank my music as loud as I want, and sing along, despite the rolling eyes, and smirks of my boys who think that I am very uncool for doing so. I encourage my sons to sit and have conversations with me about real things in their lives, and we do this every single day. That is how a girl stays sane in a house full of boys. You know, even my dog Duke is a boy. Go figure.
I am swirling in chaos! Our little remodeling projects, ie: painting the boys rooms, have resulted in a whirl of mess, mess, mess. My husband has been diligently painting walls, repurposing furniture, meanwhile all of the clothing, shoes, toys, junk, furniture we are no longer using, etc... is lining the hallways and rooms of my house! We have tried to engage the boys in this project, but it has somehow eluded them that they have any responsibility for putting the house back together, so it it a painful exercise of command and whine. Today, we must put it back, we cannot start the week in madness. So my day, is going to be interesting. They need to help, a lot. I need to figure out how to motivate them to help, without them feeling like they are being tortured. Wish me luck, at 10:30, video games, and NFL TV go off, and cleaning commences. I'd better have another cup of coffee, and pray for the next half hour, I'm gonna need it.
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