LIfe with Boys

After a particularly rough day cleaning a house that resembled a men's dorm room, I started thinking about all the ladies who, like me, live in a male dominated house. Scrolling through my facebook friends, I found more than ten friends who qualify as the lone lady in a house full of boys, the Queen Bee, so to speak, in a very sticky beehive. This actually gave me some comfort to know that for every errant sock I scooped from the pocket of the pool table, another mom was scooping something just as stinky. So for today, I'm recapping some of the things that moms-in-a-house-full-of-boys experience. And please, if I leave anything off, let me know.

1. Wet toilet seats, or wet floors around the toilet seat

2. Lego's in the refrigerator

3. Baseball gloves on the kitchen counter-- I've learned to work around them

4. A freshly folded load of laundry and no youth sized undies?

5. Lego's in the vacuum cleaner

6. Sticks- big sticks, little sticks; sticks that look like pistols; sticks that have been whittled; stick are everywhere, even the washing machine

7. Oxiclean-- it changed my life, y'all

8. Frogs and earthworms-- it's been almost 12 years and I'm still not ok with those two things

9. Lego's under bare feet

10. Torn shirts and pants- how does a boy wear a brand new shirt to school and come home that same day with a rip?

11. Bare chests- surely I'm not the only one who has to issue a warning to put on a shirt before coming to the dinner table

12. Mud, dirt, dust-- the dirtier the dumptruck, the better

13. (Gulp) The F word-- I can't even write it, but why (and where) does every little boy learn to say *art before he can say his own name?

14. Ridiculousness-I have been indoctrinated into the world of Rob Drydek; and Tate asks in all seriousness if he can watch adicolus when he gets home. Because what could be more fun than watching STUPID people?

Of course, I wouldn't trade my house full of boys for anything, and I know there are sooo many more examples I could add to the list. But if y'all ever see me with a toad frog in my hand or hear me utter the F word, you'll know the boys have won; and my Gail Pittman pottery is being used for target practice with the new BB guns Daddy brought home.