I live in a house full of testosterone!
Husband, two boys, 13 and 11
And lately I've been feeling alone
Now, don't get me wrong
I love them all and wouldn't trade my boys for girls ever
But sometimes
Like when I find airsoft pellets in the stove burners
Or Nerf gun darts behind the couch
And sweaty jockstraps strewn on the laundry room floor
I get a little crazy
They just think so differently than I do
They don't get me
They tolerate me
But they don't understand
My obsessive need to rearrange the furniture
("It's fine the way it is!")
My giddiness over new dupioni silk window treatments
("We like mini-blinds better!")
How I can spend hours reading your blogs
(Seriously mom? You don't even know them! Man vs. Wild is on tv!)
Which is exactly why I love the blog world
It lets me connect
With my own species
And a girl needs that every now and then