Friday, May 7, 2010
Every year, my daughters ask me what I want for Mother's Day.
And every year, I answer with the same wistful sigh, "To have a completely clean house. The Whole House. Clean to MY specifications."
And it's not that my specifications are ridiculous. I'm no Joan Crawford beating them with wire hangars.
I would just like the top layer of funk wiped away, so I don't breathe in mutant bacteria spores when I dare to venture upstairs.
I say this every year to my girls and every year they answer with, "Ummm, how bout a dress, instead?"
And here's just another reason why kids are self-serving assholes.
Because, buying me a dress just adds one more outfit to their wardrobes, wardrobes which by the way spend all of their non-wearing time, crumpled on the floor of their bedrooms.
Haven't you heard? The floor is the new closet.
My girls and I can wear each other's clothes. The optimal word is can.
I choose not to wear their clothes.
Because, teens wear clothes like these:
And maybe it's me, but I just can't picture myself in the grocery store in denim shorts and cowhide tights. I'm trying to draw the attention AWAY from my thighs. And the egg hat would cover up my pouffy hair and pouffy hair is a 40 somethin's woman's best "don't look at my wrinkles" trick.
Here's another teen look, from the teen who every time she opens her imbecilic mouth, my ears begin to bleed. And I'm not even talking about her singing. If you're interested, this post will give you the scoop on all things I hate about Miley. I'm not going to speak of her ass ways today. I'm in too good of a mood, to get all worked up.
If I wore those jeans, everyone who knows me and my klutziness, would think I'd tripped over my own two feet walking down the sidewalk, busted my ass and then in an attempt to regain my footing, fallen forward, shredding my jeans at the knees, then tripped again and crashed through a newly painted fence. Because, that might possibly have happened at some point in my life, except the fence hadn't just been painted.
And I won't even start on the purse clearly made from Labradoodle fur.
And trust me when I say, no ONE would appreciate this look on me.
I've never looked my best in watermelon skewer accessories. And we won't even talk about how desperately sad flouncy mini skirts look on women of a certain age. Ahem, Madonna.
And then, of course, there's this look:
I'm all about the big, chunky necklaces, but my back is 40 somethin' years old and this is just screaming at me, "Sciatica Bitch!"
So, no. Buying me a dress is such a ruse of a gesture. Because, even though, I wouldn't be caught dead in one of their little skirts and snappy berets, they have no problem whatsoever, helping themselves to my things. Daily. Jewelry. Shoes. Dresses. Shirts. Skirts. Pants. Leggings. Jeans.
It drives me to screaming, "Where is my new peach tank, that I haven't even worn YET?"
That was yesterday.
So, instead of going out to buy themselves me a new dress, I thought I'd list a few non-monetary things I'd like.
❀ I would like them to stop eating.
At least, not as much as they are now. These 3 young ladies eat like 300-pound linebackers. Seriously. I drop some major cash at the grocery store, buying enough groceries to warrant 2 bag boys' assistance to the car. Although, I always suspect the reason they're so overly eager to help me out to the car is so they can scour the parking lot for one those motorized grocery scooters and get a little joyriding in before they get busted.
I buy so much food, I can barely close the fridge and then boom, 2 days later, it's gone.
And I'm not sure where it's all going in their petite little bodies. My oldest girl just had a physical and the doctor informed her she needed to up her caloric intake, because she's in the bottom 20 percentile of her weight. And I was all, "So, 15,000 calories a day isn't enough?"
So, the eating thing would surely be appreciated.
❀ I would like them to start drinking Red Bull.
Because, these poor girls' lack of energy is incredibly disturbing, so much so, that I might need to have their iron levels checked.
For instance, when they are hoarding the pantry, which is 90% of the time, it is too draining when they take the last snack in the box, to actually lift their arm up, pick up the empty box, carry it to the trash and deposit it. It is just too wearing. The same goes for empty shampoo bottles. And wet towels. And we won't even begin on toilet paper. That would just have them heaving on the floor in exhaustion.
❀ I would like them to stop trying to give their father a heart attack.
That poor man. That poor, poor man. He asks so little of us as he drowns in this swampland of estrogen. And the one thing he asks on a daily basis, is to have a brush in his brush drawer in his little corner of the bathroom. One thing. And everyday I hear him scream, "I NEED A BRUSH, RIGHT NOW!!!"
And they all look at each other with shock in their eyes as if it never occurred to them to not steal every brush they lay their eyes upon. And everyone gets up like sloths because of their low energy levels to find their hyperventilating father a brush.
He has bought brushes by the dozens and hid them. They always find them. Like bees to honey, a teenaged girl can sniff out a brush no matter how far it's shoved under the pile of clean bath towels.
He has even tied the brush to his counter. They just untie it.
By all that is Holy, a teenage girl and brushes will not be separated.
❀ I would like them to stop talking.
I'm serious about this one. My life is filled up with the chatty-chat from the minute they wake up until well after I'm asleep. Yes, they come into my room while I am deep in an REM cycle and just pretend like, I don't know, I've fallen down and can't get up and they just start chatting away, not even bothering to try and wake me first. They just start talking and I wake up in the middle of the conversation going, "Wha?" as I wipe the sleep drool from the corners of my mouth.
Just last night, my Olivia came in while I was snoring and told me something. I didn't even remember it until I'd been awake for a few hours this morning and then I was, "Heeeey! Olivia made the Dean's List, (college honor roll) AGAIN!" A big Woot-Woot for my girl!
When they were small by around 5:00, my head would be spinning from all the talky-talk and the endless unanswerable questions like, "Why am I me?" A true question from one of my kids. And I was thinking at the time, "Are you f***ing kidding me? Of course, I had to get the Socrates kid?"
I would be so worn out from little girl chatter, I would finally have to say, "Just. Stop. Talking. Everyone." And I would announce a 10 minute talking time-out because that is all the silence their little girl brains could take without exploding.
My hubby held a contest recently in the car, because we couldn't take another minute of the constant spill of words that flow out of their chattering mouths. He said he'd give ten dollars to anyone who could go 15 minutes without uttering a word.
None of them could do it.
Yesterday, Olivia picked up her sister from school. A nice little break for me. Or at least, that's what I thought.
The phone started ringing within minutes. It was my Tori telling me that Olivia was being mean to her and cussing, *gasp*, (college kids do that?) at her and it was hurting her feeeeeelings and she didn't want her feeeeelings to be hurt the minute she got out of school because . . . and the phone thankfully beeped and I clicked over to Olivia telling me that Tori had hurt her feeeelings because as soon as she got in the car, she barely said hello and then she just picked up her phone and called one of her friends and Olivia's feeeelings were hurt because she wanted a "human connection" (Her words. I am not kidding you.) with her sister and she couldn't get that human connection if her sister was going to ignore her and talk to her friends. I told both of them to work it out without any slapping, since they were driving and hung up the phone.
It never stopped ringing.
They reported the minute by minute minutiae of their argument to me no matter how many times I yelled, "I'm hanging up now" and hung up, until they walked through the door and then it was full-on spewing of the hurt feelings and yes, I do believe there was a slap or two in the mix.
I would give anything to have a day free of talk and feelings and talk of feelings.
And lastly,
❀ I would like them to stop making fun of me and Pakistan.
You see, there was this one time in San Francisco where we all jumped into a cab. And whenever I get in a cab, I like to talk to the cab driver. I love hearing their stories. Cabdrivers have some of the best stories. So anyway, I asked this cab driver where he was from and he answered, "Pakistan."
And I simply repeated, "Oh, Pakistan."
Which caused my girls to all choke and start to sputter and cackle behind their hands.
Evidently, they thought I pronounced Pakistan in an unacceptable manner.
I used an Ahhhh sound like when you're sticking your tongue out to let someone have a look at your throat instead of the sort of a, that makes it sound like I've got to pACK to go to Pakistan.
I just googled this to see if I could find a pronunciation audio key, but I found something better. Evidently President Obama has been getting some grief for pronouncing it just like me. And guess what, the Google said? He's right! So, take that my girls!
Anyway, my girls claimed the cabdriver looked at me and went, "Huh? No, Paaakistan."
I don't remember any of that.
All I remember is the next gem of conversation which went like this:
(At the time, it was just madness over there with all the in-fighting as Al Qaeda tried to gain more of a foothold in that country.)
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry about all the strife your country is suffering now thanks to The Taliban."
Cabdriver, (raising his voice): "Taliban IS GOOD! Taliban brings order and structure to our country. Taliban rules over our women. Taliban IS GOOD!" And then a rush of Pakistan words spewed out of him. I'm pretty sure he was putting a fatwa on me and my low-cut, clingy dress.
Me: "Okay, then. I'll just stop talking now.
So, now any time the Middle East is brought up and my kids are in the room, they just start chanting, "Pahhhkistan. Pahhhhkistan."
*Sigh* They'll never stop tormenting me. It's their favorite thing to do.
I guess I'm getting a dress for Mother's Day.
To all my fellow mothers out there, have a blessed Mother's Day full of joy and sweetness.
And for those of you who desperately want to be a mother, your day is coming. Have yourself a beautiful Pre-Mother's Day. And if you need my special recipe for getting pregnant, email me, because it works. Trust me. I have passed it on to many a folk. But, since my kids read my blog, I don't want to traumatize them for life, so . . . But, there's one caveat, it only seems to make girls. So, if you want a life filled up with the talky talk, give me a ring.
Today's Definite Download: "This Woman's Work". Kate Bush wrote this song for the film "She's Having A Baby" which is a PHENOMENAL movie. I love Kate's version as she sings in her ethereal voice about a man's view of watching his woman bring life into the world for the first time.
For any mother out there who has found her primal strength, not only to carry her baby into the world, but on the darkest of nights when no sleep will be found as she comforts a crying baby, in the scraped knees and stitched chins, in the heat of toddler tantrums, in the foot put down when teenagers need it the most, in the hours spent in the kitchen and on the playground and in the stands, in the lessons learned and in the tears shed and in the moments when sweet little arms go around a mother's neck with a whisper of, "I love you, Mommy" making every bit of woman's work worth it.
Happy Mother's Day.
Pray God you can cope.
I stand outside this woman's work,
This woman's world.
Ooh, it's hard on the man.
Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft of the father.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left...
Give me these moments back.
Give them back to me.
Give me that little kiss.
Give me your hand.
And maybe it's me, but I just can't picture myself in the grocery store in denim shorts and cowhide tights. I'm trying to draw the attention AWAY from my thighs. And the egg hat would cover up my pouffy hair and pouffy hair is a 40 somethin's woman's best "don't look at my wrinkles" trick.
Here's another teen look, from the teen who every time she opens her imbecilic mouth, my ears begin to bleed. And I'm not even talking about her singing. If you're interested, this post will give you the scoop on all things I hate about Miley. I'm not going to speak of her ass ways today. I'm in too good of a mood, to get all worked up.
If I wore those jeans, everyone who knows me and my klutziness, would think I'd tripped over my own two feet walking down the sidewalk, busted my ass and then in an attempt to regain my footing, fallen forward, shredding my jeans at the knees, then tripped again and crashed through a newly painted fence. Because, that might possibly have happened at some point in my life, except the fence hadn't just been painted.
And I won't even start on the purse clearly made from Labradoodle fur.
I've never looked my best in watermelon skewer accessories. And we won't even talk about how desperately sad flouncy mini skirts look on women of a certain age. Ahem, Madonna.
I'm all about the big, chunky necklaces, but my back is 40 somethin' years old and this is just screaming at me, "Sciatica Bitch!"
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I read the stories of your daughters' incessant talking and I realize: I am doomed.
They might still get you a dress. Although it's likely going to be from PACKistan.
Oh how I empathize. I have two boys and a girl, Emily being the youngest.
By the time she reached high school I was tired, so very, very tired. She would come in to my room late at night after I'd been asleep for a couple of hours and ask me a question. The next day she'd be gone or I couldn't get a hold of her. She'd come waltzing in the door after curfew. When I started to blast her she'd say I asked you last night and you told me I could. She's always been a sneaky little thing. Girls are much more manipulative than boys.
Awww, so sweet. I can just feel the love, and the adoration and fierce commitment to your babes.
I hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day weekend and that there is less crap to clean up and lots of cuddling and kissing!
Oh Joann - I loved this one. You described my life to a "T"....the wet towels, the empty boxes left in the pantry or the fridge because everyone in my house is too lazy to actually throw it away, the HUNDREDS spent on groceries only to disappear minutes later, the mess. OMG, the mess. Between the teenagers and the pets, I just give up. But one day of clean? Yes, that would be nice.
The only thing that differs in our lives is the chatter. I only have the one girl, so it's not TOO bad. Although, I also have to ask for quiet. She doesn't even care if anyone is listening, she loves he sound of her own voice enough that it just doesn't matter!
I hope you get your wish, and I hope you have a wonderful, peaceful and relaxing Mother's Day. You deserve it!
lmbo as a mother of 3 boys, after reading this I am grateful lol.. although my boys eat about the same, talk about the same, and whine about hte same I at least have MY own clothes. They raid daddy's closet
I'm going to listen to Kate Bush. I've always loved her.
Thanks for letting me on to some new music. I needs me some on a regular basis.
Happy Mother's Day!!
I laughed so hard I choked on a chocolate chip in my granola bar. Of course, bratchild is 8, so in 5 or so years I will probably not be laughing about these situations.
I buy my own presents and then tell the hubs and kid what they got me.
This year they were particularly giving and bought me ballgown and a purse. So giving in fact, that I haven't told my husband yet. He's in Iraq so it may be awhile before he notices.
Momma could always tell when I hadn't had many folks to talk to on a given day because I'd start to chatter as soon as she hit the door.
The other night I got home from grocery shopping as was in the midst of a low blood sugar moment. My lovely boyfriend sprang into action and fed me something and, later, when I had regained my usual nature, I asked how he knew I was "sick", did I look bad? No, he answered, you weren't talking.
I suppose papering their mirrors with Molly Maids ads wouldn't get the point across, hmmm?
oh my. I laughed so hard. BTW, you converted me. I dislike Miley now. I hadn't really paid much attention to her, as there were no kids in the house that were fans. So, she more or less was not even on my radar. EGADS.
Oh my, the things I have to look forward to...
You sound like my kind of woman!!! I have four teenagers and I feel your pain and food bill!!! And do not get me started on the toilet paper! Holy God! I cannot believe how much tp they use!!! No one uses the bathroom THAT freakin much!!! I have three girls and three boys! I have Kate Bush on the Touch right now! Love the song and the movie makes me cry for 20 plus years now!!! New follower can't wait to get to know you!!!
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1. Miley Cyrus is a big ol' skank and if I ever came face to face with her I would slap her face over and over until I was tazered.
B. The clothing and wet towels on the floor? The empty food containers in the pantry? The utter exhaustion and inability to do anything? You just described my 17 year old SON.
iii. Thank goodness my darling 15 year old daughter has very little interest in fashion and accessorizing. Yet. Although lately she's been helping herself to my t-shirts because she says, (and I want to smack her) "They're so ROOMY!" Roomy, she says. Yeah.
oh the damn chatty chat is incessant around here.
And when is one of my doctors going to advise I up my caoric intake? WHEN?
Whatever I did to deserve such a wonderfully funny and sweet friend, I hope I keep doing it! You get a Mother's Day gift every day!
What do I want for Mother's Day? A ninety-day prescription to the "good drugs."
So you're telling me the talking is not going to stop?
The Drama Queen talks from the second she wakes up until the second she lays her head down at night. Seriously. No break.
The Diva doesn't talk as much but the VOLUME. Good lord the volume.
Happy Mother's Day!!!!!!!
Well, since you already know that I have three girls also, I'm sure I don't have to tell you that your life sounds exactly like mine, what with the wet towels on the floor and the whining and the constant talky talk. Thankfully, I do not have the clothes problem, because I am...larger than they are. However, I have noticed my favorite furry boots missing on occasion. And makeup. And brushes. And shampoo. Because when you live two floors away from your mother, rather than just telling her you're out of shampoo, it's way easier to just steal her shampoo, so the next time she gets in the shower, she is stuck there...wet, dripping, and shampooless.
Last night, I told my husband that what I wanted for Mother's Day was the same thing I asked for last year: I would like the house to be clean. I would like there to not be any fighting. I would like someone besides me to make dinner AND clean up the kitchen afterwards. And, I would like to watch the season finale of Amazing Race in peace. In fact, just a day of peace would be lovely. He says I am asking the impossible. He's probably right.
Oh man, I don't even know where to START on this one!!
The talking: it was actually our son's voice that drove me to drink. We finally came up with the same idea as your husband, except without the bribe. We used J.'s little competitive streak in him to work it's magic. And it worked SO well, that 2 hours later we had to check and make sure he could still talk!
The closet: my daughter's has been dubbed "The Black Hole". Whatever goes in there, is gone for the rest of her lifetime. We'll never find it again. I gave up on straightening it up YEARS ago!
Eating: I am SO there with you.
Cab drivers: they scare me!
Happy Mother's Day, and thanks for making me laugh (again) today!! : )
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Um, my daughter is one and because she was a preemie she's not quite caught up to her peers on a lot of things like talking. I probably don't even need to say she's WAY smarter and hotter (can an infant be "hot"? Mine can.) but should I, like, forgo the speech therapy? Because now I'm frightened and I only have ONE girl in the family. Suddenly my brain is flashing forward fifteen years or so and it's beginning to tremble.
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I think you'd look just great in jeans and those trendy long tops! If you start wearing their clothes then they might just stop wearing yours so much!
As for the Mother's Day present, just book a cleaning company to come in and then present your family with the bill.......just an idea :-)
Whatever you do and whatever they buy for you I wish you a wonderfully happy Mothers Day
Oh my gosh, that is so funny, especially the chain necklace! The only time I get what I really want is when I buy it for myself.
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OMB..you are hysterical!! Love your blog! My 17yo tries to talk me into wearing her clothes (I'm 40, too!) I keep reminding her that I am NOT a teenager anymore! Cute on her...not so cute on mommy :P
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Have a GREAT Mother's Day!
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Nice to meet you. Thank you for stopping by my blog. The picture of the brush attached to the sink cracked the hell up.
My dad used to yell the same thing about his comb. We all thought it was hilarious since he has like there strands of hair total.
Happy Mother's Day. Tell the girls you would like to choose your own dress.
OMG! I'm sooo glad my Boobie title drew you in!! Because your blog is amazing! I love you already!! I'm here to stay forever!
Happy Early mother's day doll!
Hey, your feed is working!!!
This made me chuckle quite a bit.
I think that we will look back at the 00's as the WORST fashion time in history. I mean, in the 80's no one really knew they looked like an ass, but they did. Today, people KNOW they are looking like an ass but do it anyway. That is insane to me.
Okay, excuse me while I go wash all the estrogen off me.. my god, woman.. how do you do it??
Oh, and Kate Bush.. LOVE HER! I haven't thought about or heard her in yeaaaaars! I'm gonna go YouTube Babooshka right now! Then I'll dance about in my skivvies. Happy Mother's Day girl!!
Love Kate Bush - but after reading this post, is this really what I am in for with my daughter? *sigh*
Following you from Friday Follow and I feel like I have seen you before - Glad I found you and by looking at your Blogroll, I follow many of the smae peeps so you're in great company!
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I love that your husband tied a brush to the drawer. I need to do that. My husband does the hair in the morning while I cook breakfast. And my brush never ends up back in my drawer. They ALWAYS use mine, because they've lost their own. Drives me nuts. I don't think they're smart enough to untie. I'm giving this method a try!
Also, I have seriously never seen a handknitted link chain. So funny!
I saved your post for morning because I like to get up early and read it at my leisure over coffee without the talky-talk going on all around me. Unfortunately, littleb has adjusted his schedule to mine and we are never ever apart. Ever. But I enjoyed it immensely despite the talky-talk (boys are not quiet either, at least that has been my experience). Is there a place on your post to access the definite download? I can't find a button or anything. Is it something I go find on google? I've been meaning to ask. Your last paragraph made me tear up a little. Hope you get your quiet and clean house for Mother's Day. I would like the same thing. I will most likely get something dusty and forgotten from the shelves of the rite-aid down the street. That tends to happen with the boys. It is usually passed over with this sentiment: "Happy Mother's Day, Mom...what's for dinner?". My girls will come through with the Borders gc though. They know what I love:-)
Oh I laughed right along with you! What a great blog and you write so well!! I'll be back for more!
Listened to Kate Bush-very nice. I wanted to make sure you've also heard Louden Wainwright's song-"That's my daughter in the water". I think you'd like it.
Um..happy Mother's Day?
You are a gem!
And my ears bleed in different colors at the mere mention of Miley also.
And the fact that the girls have the energy to untie a string on a brush shows that there is nothing wrong with thier iron...thier wills seem strong enough to me (-:
all i could think through the entire post is what's so friggin hard about a clean house people? the bare minimum HIRE A HOUSE CLEANER for your MOM! that's me, over here in the corner having your back.
me? i'd just like one day where someone else planned every meal and served it to me.
apparently this is too hard as well.
sigh.
lauren
I'm so glad you linked up this post at Say Anything. It cracked me up when I read it the other day. :D
I almost bust a gut and peed my pants when I read this. It was fantastic. You are going in my faves.
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Enjoy your Mother's Day. I hope you get your wish.
hee hee...
We play the "quiet" game in the car too!!!! I also told Emily that if she kept her room clean and clothes off her floor from now until school is over without me reminding her, i would buy her a videocamera - she made it 1 whole day!
woo hoo.
Once I said out loud that i wanted to be alond on Mother's Day and Emily didn't get that I was kidding. Oh she felt so bad!
Then last year nobody understood that on Mother's Day they are supposed to ask for Daddy, not me. They said it is MY day so they wanted ME more.
Uh-oh.
Tomorrow, I am not changing Sarah's clothes at all - the bummer is that we won't even be home for 100 outfit changes :-(
But yesterday was a sad day. Emily came home from school all sad. She is a Peer Helper (she teaches kindergartners every day) and yesterday as a reward they got to go to an amusement park, but she missed the special Mother's Day project everyone else did in class so she came home and handed me a blank card and she was SO sad.
Well, I had a few things to say to her about that, and she felt better.
I love that blank card.
LOVED this post! I am almost 30 and want nothing more than to be pregnant (with a girl, I mean a healthy baby) and this post gave me a million flashbacks to my sister and I. I was the college kid who "wanted a connection" and boy were we verbal!
I hope you get your clean house!
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Your last paragraph wiped me out. Love it--you sum up being a mom right there!
Oh, the years I have to look forward to!
I came by to welcome you to SITS! We're happy to have you with us!
Happy Mother's day, my friend. Mr. Clean is on his way. xxoo
Sounds like you'll be getting that dress ;) But you should definitely borrow their clothes in return - even if that just means hiding the without wearing them!
I feel the same way about my boys' incesssant chatter. You wouldn't expect such yammering from males but apparently my genes are dominant.
I hope you are having a wonderful Mother's Day in your clean house! :)
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LulaLola just told me you are completely hysterical and that she loves your blog, so I had to come look! She was SO right, and I'm your newest follower.
I also heard about you from LulaLola, and I'm so glad I did!! This is what I have to look forward to though??!! I have a toddler and 9 month old twin GIRLS! UGH! I thought it was rough now!!
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51 comments? Geez lady...how do you keep up??? Great post as usual...through the whole thing I was wondering: do her girls read her blog? And then you answered my question. I love it even more that they do and that you can still talk like you do...you must laugh a lot in your home!!!
Lucky them for having a mother like you!
OMG- I was laughing my ass off so hard I almost peed my pants! I hope you enjoyed your mother's day and your new dress. lol
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lol. glad we're having 2 boys! :) Hello from ff and adventuresinmomville.com! I LOVE the brush tied to the bathroom! ROFL!
Kelly,
Thanks for stopping by. Yes, boys are definitely easier when they get to the teenaged years. Although, from what I can tell, when they're little it looks like the girls are easier. Girls sit and play dolls and read and are calm, while boys jump and run and move and break limbs and such. But, with girls there is ALWAYS the talky talk. It. Never. Ends.
Good luck and thanks for stopping!
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