Testosterone Overload

A shout out to all the ladies in the house. Don't worry guys; it gets good in the end.

I have been living in testosterone overload most of my life. You know, when your house is overrun with the male population. It is and always has been, "a mans world" in my house. My husband and I have six children between us, five of them are males. Yes, I know, right about now you are feeling for me. I am too.... I think I might need to lie down for a while before I finish this.... Maybe say a prayer or two....

No, I'm OK, back to the story.

Not to long ago; I had three boys that were in there 20's living in the basement, my husband, a five year old boy and little old me. I was the lone female in a male world. You could cut the testosterone with a knife. I think if you could describe the smell of my basement, it would be a combination of body odor and stinky socks. And yes, believe it or not, I think back on it now and I miss those days.... Walking over piles of dirty clothes in the laundry room because they never finished a load of laundry the same day. Searching the house for the cordless phone that always disappeared. Wondering who that great big guy was in my house with them and sometimes thinking I had gained some extra kids. Well, now that I think about it, I miss the boys..... I do not however miss the mess they always left in their wake. I wish their wives the best of luck, I tried to train them. I really did!

I am still living in testosterone overload, just not on the scale I used to. I am now only out numbered by two to one. Though, I still notice faint hints of the past. Hair left in the bathroom sink after shaving. The toilet seat not lifted up. EWW! Or left up so I fall in. Coffee grounds on the counter. Why is it that no one but me knows how to wipe off the kitchen counters? I want to know! I also want to know why everything lays right where it lands, always. It can stay there for days, months, even years and not be touched. But when they need it, I hear "hey, wheres my......?" What about a mans ability to step right over a mess. HUH? Big spill on the floor, stepped right over it..... Ever seen that one happen? Or they do one thing, like vacuum and think they deserve a party to be thrown in their honor. Oh, King, man of the house, you are so great, thank you for your vacuuming!!! I am forever grateful!

I could go on and on and on. I won't though, because it will only bring my frustration level up and I will begin to sin.

So, I do these things instead. I clean the hair out of the sink. I put the toilet seat down. I wipe the counters off. I clean up the spills they walk over. I pat my husband on the back when he vacuums. Then I say a prayer and remind myself why I do it. It's because I love them.