|they may or may not look like these guys -- only a younger version|
I am sitting in a room with five males playing Xbox. They are so loud and . . . and testosterone-y. They are taking turns singing "Staying Alive" yelling "Hoo-Ah!" and laughing at/slamming/scorning their opponents. Their feet smell, their pits are sweaty and they have annihilated the junk food stash.
They have been here a total of 11 minutes. It feels like 11 hours.
Is this normal? Do I need to be worried? Is there a 12 step program for mothers of boys? I may need to attend a meeting, if for no other reason than to get out of the house.
My eyelid is twitching. My hands won't stop shaking and I am praying for my medication to kick in.
Now that my oldest is nearly a tween and so are his school and church friends, I can see that there will be a lot more of Xbox and Nerf Wars than I originally thought in my immediate future. Oops. There goes the other eyelid . . . Good thing I love these guys.
But, I may need to buy earplugs and up the medication.
I'm just sayin'.
Counting it all youthful joy,