God knew what I could handle so he gave me two boys. God also has a sense of humor, however, and gave me a step-daughter that I helped raise from the age of 9 till she moved out at 18 (and I have to tell you, that girl drove me CRAZY from about ages 11-17).
So, here I am, living in a house FULL of testosterone (or budding testosterone as the case may be).
There are many things I have gotten use to:
- I don't get asked about my day at the dinner table.
- Nobody notices my haircuts or my pedicures.
- If I get sick I am still responsible for taking care of the children.
- I take time off to do doctor's appointments, IEP meetings, etc.
- I am the one who is responsible for making sure the family looks halfway decent before leaving the house (and as I am sure my sisters would tell you, that isn't really saying all that much).
- I am the only member of the family who does not own a pair of jeans or underwear with holes in the most unusual places (those get thrown away immediately if they are mine).
- I am the only member of the family who finds it completely inappropriate to scratch/adjust yourself in public.
I deal with it. These are things that are expected of most moms and women everywhere.
One thing I cannot get use to is the bathroom.
So I wonder:
- Why must I clean up pee around my toilet, off my toilet seat and, somehow, out of the trash can in the bathroom MULTIPLE times a week (and in all honesty, it probably does not get cleaned enough)?
- How is it that these boys are not capable of aiming their pee directly INTO the toilet?
- Why is it that they only put the seat up 4 out of 5 times (and, honestly, I could deal with a seat that was up all the time as long as it meant I would NEVER have to sit in pee again)?
- Why is it that WHEN they remember to put the seat up the pee, somehow, lands all over the BACK of the toilet?
- And when the heck are they going to STOP doing this?
I know many of you mommies out there deal with the same thing. I know many of my readers are mommies to all boys (including those wonderful, loving, adoring, PEE FILLED husbands of yours).
What's a mom to do?