There are those days when living in a house of boys is less than favorable. Yesterday, there was the maple syrup puddle under the table in the morning. Then the coats all over the floor. And the Lego's I keep tripping on. Joy, oh joy. Typical day. And like any other typical day, I was unable to use my bathroom last night until I cleaned up another puddle I found in the middle of the bathroom floor. To put it delicately, one of them missed. I knew this since there was a trail from the toilet seat to the floor. Why on earth do people think we need a dog...we have BOYS!!!
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
I sure love those boys though!! The coats all over the floor...my girls do that as well. And believe it or not, we occasionally have mishaps in the bathroom with them as well, but prob'ly not near as often. =)
ReplyDeleteHang in there, Amy! You're doing a great job in the midst of all that testosterone!
Thanks Gwen, I am just now seeing this. Life got busy and I fell behind in my blog.
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