TESTOSTERONE EQUALS ATTITUDE
I live in a house where, everyone is a male but me. There is my Husband, three sons, and three male dogs. I am the only one who, pees sitting down. I guess that, there is a reason for me being the only female around here. It's probably because, I'm more then enough. Meaning that, just one of me, is all that they can stand. It's pretty neat though. It's like being the Queen Bee. I run the hive, and tell everyone else what to do. Although, the worker bees aren't very cooperative. The hive is, forever messy. Anyway, I've notice something about son number one. The older that he get's, the worse his attitude is. He's over 14 now, and thinks he knows it all. I can remember as a kid, seeing a photo copy on my Baby Sitter's cork board. It said, "kids, please leave home now, while you still know it all." She had three children herself. I didn't undrstand that until, I became an adult.
This weekend, number one son was unaccounted for, for about 40 minutes. He rode home from the Flag Football game with the 16 year old neighbor. He also plays on my Husbands team. When those two get together, neither one of them has a brain. This isn't the first incedent either. There were quite a few, pre-drivers license situations. However, I didn't realize that, it took 40 minutes to go back and get a hat, then stop for gas. My Husband was so worried that, he went back to check on them. Neither of them were anywhere to be found. They rolled in here about five minutes before my Husband. They were chatting, sitting in front of the house. I said to number one son, "if I were you, I'd get my A** in here!" Have you ever seen the "Oh sh**" look from kids? I happen to love it. In fact, I live for it. Especially when, I provided the atmosphere to account for that look.
I also enjoyed, hearing sons number two and three talking amongst themselves. Things like, "Dude... he's going to be in trouble when Dad get's home." Son number one finally made it inside. I said, "since when does it take 40 minutes to get home from the Community Center?" At that point, he had his mouth open and arms stretched out in that "what" look. I seriously wanted to knock the skin off of his skull. Hey... I'm an old RED NECK Mom. I'm not above beating that A**. I know that, I probably wouldn't. Even if I don't really, they have to think that. They are all going to be bigger then me. I'm only 5'4, and weigh 100 pounds. My Husband says that, I've got to get my bluff in now. He's actually been telling me that since, they were all tiny little boys. My younger brother has always been tall. I can remember our Mom telling him jokingly, "I'm going to get on a chair, and kick your A**!" Of course, he'd just laugh. Our Mom is only 5'4 as well.
Soon, my Husband got home. It is then, that the lecture began. Neighbor kid also got into the middle of it. He was there to verify that, we really were where we said that we were. He actually handeled it better then I would have. I try to stay out of most of the Step-Kid disciplinary measures. That's his boys, and he can take care of it. Athough, when there are here with just me, I am responsible for the disciplin. Again, if in fact it had been up to me, it would have "Been On Like Donkey Kong." In conclusion, I've found that, Testosterone equals attitude. I can wait until they've all reached puberty. I'm kidding... I can wait. See ya'll soon.
I live in a house where, everyone is a male but me. There is my Husband, three sons, and three male dogs. I am the only one who, pees sitting down. I guess that, there is a reason for me being the only female around here. It's probably because, I'm more then enough. Meaning that, just one of me, is all that they can stand. It's pretty neat though. It's like being the Queen Bee. I run the hive, and tell everyone else what to do. Although, the worker bees aren't very cooperative. The hive is, forever messy. Anyway, I've notice something about son number one. The older that he get's, the worse his attitude is. He's over 14 now, and thinks he knows it all. I can remember as a kid, seeing a photo copy on my Baby Sitter's cork board. It said, "kids, please leave home now, while you still know it all." She had three children herself. I didn't undrstand that until, I became an adult.
This weekend, number one son was unaccounted for, for about 40 minutes. He rode home from the Flag Football game with the 16 year old neighbor. He also plays on my Husbands team. When those two get together, neither one of them has a brain. This isn't the first incedent either. There were quite a few, pre-drivers license situations. However, I didn't realize that, it took 40 minutes to go back and get a hat, then stop for gas. My Husband was so worried that, he went back to check on them. Neither of them were anywhere to be found. They rolled in here about five minutes before my Husband. They were chatting, sitting in front of the house. I said to number one son, "if I were you, I'd get my A** in here!" Have you ever seen the "Oh sh**" look from kids? I happen to love it. In fact, I live for it. Especially when, I provided the atmosphere to account for that look.
I also enjoyed, hearing sons number two and three talking amongst themselves. Things like, "Dude... he's going to be in trouble when Dad get's home." Son number one finally made it inside. I said, "since when does it take 40 minutes to get home from the Community Center?" At that point, he had his mouth open and arms stretched out in that "what" look. I seriously wanted to knock the skin off of his skull. Hey... I'm an old RED NECK Mom. I'm not above beating that A**. I know that, I probably wouldn't. Even if I don't really, they have to think that. They are all going to be bigger then me. I'm only 5'4, and weigh 100 pounds. My Husband says that, I've got to get my bluff in now. He's actually been telling me that since, they were all tiny little boys. My younger brother has always been tall. I can remember our Mom telling him jokingly, "I'm going to get on a chair, and kick your A**!" Of course, he'd just laugh. Our Mom is only 5'4 as well.
Soon, my Husband got home. It is then, that the lecture began. Neighbor kid also got into the middle of it. He was there to verify that, we really were where we said that we were. He actually handeled it better then I would have. I try to stay out of most of the Step-Kid disciplinary measures. That's his boys, and he can take care of it. Athough, when there are here with just me, I am responsible for the disciplin. Again, if in fact it had been up to me, it would have "Been On Like Donkey Kong." In conclusion, I've found that, Testosterone equals attitude. I can wait until they've all reached puberty. I'm kidding... I can wait. See ya'll soon.
posted by Beth Schofield | 5:10 AM
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