When I was growing up, it was a house of three girls. My Mum, my sister and I.
I was the “man of the house”. Doing the lawn mowing, fixing things and being the one who got the dirtiest.
Definitely a tomboy.
As far as living with boys, I didn’t have any experience until my late teens and by then, they had found their independence and really weren’t at home a whole lot.
Fast forward twenty years and there is a wee lad co-existing in our home.
His older sister was a handful, but I NEVER expected in a million years, what a little boy brings to the equation.
The noise, the aggression, the energy, the destruction.
It’s enough to drive one to drink. Wait a minute…it has.
After a full day of a nearly 2 year old and a 4 year old going on 16, and especially if hubby is away for work, this Mama definitely needs to put her feet up and shake off the day.
Some days I feel as though the life has been completely drained from me.
If I was looking for a way to lose the baby weight that I’m still carrying around, having a little boy running around is definitely gonna do it for me! The attention being required is far greater than when our daughter was his age.
Daily I’m finding things broken, crushed, and dirty.
I think we’ll have to replace all our dishes with plastic ones, and we’ll be drinking from spill-proof travel mugs.
Do you have a little dude in your home? Do you find them more exhausting than you ever imagined?