My house is filled with testosterone. So much I swear I can smell it. It's not a bad smell, just a man smell. Ok, I don't even know what that means but it's there. I'm surrounded by my husband and two sons. Kyle is 16 and Eric is soon to be 12. I will say right up front that being in a house of boys is just fine by me. I actually prefer it. I always got alone with boys better than girls as a child. Probably because I was a tom-boy. Boys are simpler. If they get mad, they fight it out and then it's over. With girls there is gossip, grudges, and so much unneccessary cruelty. I am not trying to stereotype because I know it isn't always like this, but I am just basing my views on my own person experience. Even as a child I was the tom-boy and my sister was the girly girl. She would always make me play dolls with her and I hated it! If I didn't play she would kick my butt. And for being a girly girl she was tough and I was scared of her. I always hoped that I would have sons because I don't want to play house or dolls. I play house in real life and it isn't fun in reality either. I much rather be having a Nerf gun fight, army crawling across the living room enemy lines to get a clear head shot. I would rather perfect my spiral on throwing a football and wrestle the boys until they cry 'mercy". Well, not they they are huge and bigger than I am the one crying for "mercy".
And yes if you are wondering, there were plenty of time I have fallen into the toilet from the seat being left up. I have learned, after several occassions though, to always look before I sit. Sundays in the house are fun from all the screaming over the football games. Eric, my youngest, is the one that has to inform me of all the players, stats, and calls. Thanks to them I am knowledgeable of football and hockey. And I looooove hockey! I love that Eric plays street hockey for a league.
But there are some down sides to being the only girl. I mean I do have some female pets but they are no help because they cater for the boys attention even though I am one the feeds and takes care of them. When I am getting ready to go somewhere and doing my hair and make up I get the "hurry up" look of frustration. Or if I am complaining about their laziness and not picking up after themselves I get the line "Someone is having their period." hahahaha. It honestly makes mel laugh, I don't get angry. The boys and the hubby are sarcasticly humorous. So unless you have thick skin in this family you are never going to survive. Poor Eric is finding that out the hard way. He my sensitive one but has had to learn to toughen up a bit because it's no holds bar in this household. Then there is the lack of emotions unless you include anger. Sometimes it would be nice to get a hug from my sons or a romantic saying from my husband. Well I actually get is a handshake from Kyle on mother's day. As for asking my husband to say something sweet, his dimple shines so I know he is going to be sarcastic before the words leave his mouth and he tells me "hershey kisses" hahaha.
But I gotta love the sound effect of a stampede of elephants running through the house as the boys chase and playfully fight each other. Of course something always get knocked over or broken. Then there is the food issue. They eat alot! I need a full time job just to feed them. If we are running low on snacks, it would not suprise me to find Kyle in the middle of the night crouched in the fridge chomping on a stick of butter. He has never doen that...yet. But it wouldn't suprise me.
All in all I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love my boys. They love me too....just don't expect them to say it.