I am a girly girl. Yes, I like and play sports (I'm not the most coordinated, but I can hold my own). Yes, when I get home for the day I will put on my p.j.'s right away instead of staying dressed up. Yes, I like to camp, cook out and get sweaty. Still, I am a girly girl. I dress up every day even if I'm just taking the boys to school. I wear heels, I get my hair highlighted, I get pedicures and facials. I camp, but I don't bring anything from the trip into the house until it has been washed and I immediately take a shower.
Somehow I ended up with two sons. My boys are probably normal, but to me they are gross, tacky, and stinky. Don't get me wrong, I love them! But seriously, how many times do I need to hear about what a great burp you just did or turn socks the right side out that are crumpled in a hamper and filled with grass and dirt? I don't like boogers or talking about poop. I have bleached mud, blood, and grass stains out of more things than I can count.
There are days when I really believe that they are finally getting it. We made a rule that all "poop talk" could only happen in the bathroom. I walked by it one day and Sam was in there saying "poop, poop, poop." I guess he just needed to let it out. Once I even found Austin in the bathroom cleaning up the floor (yes he probably made a bigger mess with all the soap and bubbles everywhere, but hey, it's a start). They were actually fighting over who got to vacuum the house a couple days ago.
But then a few weeks ago, they drug home a dead snake from the field by our house. Austin had THREE bloody noses yesterday. Sam tricked me into patting him on the head and I ended up with a hand full of 7-year-old boy sweat. And I swear between golfing, soccer, swimming, chocolate ice cream, and spaghetti I do 2 or more loads of laundry a day!
My favorite time of the day is when they have stripped down, taken a bubble bath, brushed their teeth and are snug in their beds. I come in and cuddle and give them kisses and for those few minutes of heaven I am happy that I had boys instead of girls. Boys love their moms. Boys give hard tight squeezes. Boys don't care if their outfits match or if they have bed head. Boys play with the kids that are having the most fun, not the ones who belong to a certain social group. I love my boys....and I like them too, most of the time....
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