Monday, January 30, 2012

I'm Gonna Take Two and Call You In the Morning. Assuming I Survive.

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,


  1. Yeah anything I would add to this will only burst your bubble so....uh, how ya doing? :)

  2. Doing okay. I survived. They all tromped over on Tuesday night too. Good thing we have church on Wed night so as to give me a break! Whew!


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