Living with 3 boys (husband included) has it's perks and it's downsides.
I love that when the baseball game is on TV the house becomes eerily quiet as the 3 of them (yes, my infant included) snuggle on the couch and watch as if it's the most important thing in the world.The Sunday morning newspaper yields the same "so quiet you can hear a pin drop" factor, while IceMan actually reads the paper, Monkey scans the ads and comic, while Froggy enjoys throwing it around the living room and tearing the ads into little pieces. I love these "MEN" activities that keep everyone occupied and allow me 5 minutes of peace and quiet. (maybe I can pee by myself, ya think?!)
On the other hand, it's hard to pack up your entire world to move with 3 boys living in the house. Yes, we are moving and as of now sold our condo and have no where to go. (Hello, Uncle Kramer... interested in some new guests.) But for now, we are still moving and I am in charge of packing. It's very frustrating with all these boys. The moment a box is half-packed, I find newspaper, tape, markers and all the packing things ALL over the place. IceMan thinks they make nice coasters and is constantly using them to hold an iced beverage. Monkey thinks it's fun to use a box as a spaceship, fort or tunnel and Froggy follows his big brother, so much for packing STUFF in it. Not to mention the major mess that 3 boys make, which makes actually packing stuff all the more challenging. There are constantly shoes all over, sports balls from the mornings dodge ball game in my living room or the new favorite "Froggy in the Middle" (Froggy crawls back and forth between the other two trying to get the ball), socks, dishes, snacks, pants/shorts. Did I mention boys cannot seem to keep their pants on past the front door.
Last week Monkey had his shorts off in our hallway while I was opening the door. I turned and he was in his underwear. I was like, "What are you doing?" He said, "Getting comfortable."
I don't mind picking up after them, I certainly don't mind the packing for when it yields us a new home and not just us imposing on family. I do mind the days when I've had my share of "Testosterone Overload" as I call it. The days when if I see one more pair of underwear left by the toilet or one more shoe to trip over or one more toilet seat up that I want to scream.
Ugh, are ALL men like this or just mine??
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