I live in a house full of boys. If I had a dollar for every time someone said one of the following things to me when I’m out with my 3 boys, I’d be living on a private island right now:
- Are you trying for a girl?
- You must be busy.
- *look of extreme sympathy*
Rather than divulge any personal information about my reproductive life, I think I might start printing and handing out copies of this list of all the best reasons to be raising a crop of boys!
Let’s take a closer look at that house full of boys
Every home is special in its own way. I’m happy to celebrate these reasons I love my home full of testosterone.
1) Appreciation for my poop jokes.
I love a good poop joke. No, not excessive ones at the kitchen table, but a witty poop joke can crack me up anytime. Try this one on for size:
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Yoop
Yoop who?
No, I didn’t poo. Did you?
I truly appreciate having an easily-pleased audience when I come up with that type of gem.
2) Fewer clothes
Sometimes I have a choked-up-teary-eyed moment when my youngest is wearing a shirt that I remember both his brothers wearing. I could have those moments every day if I had a better memory, because almost every single article of clothing my youngest wears has been worn by both his older brothers. And since I have friends who give me their hand-me-downs, I’m quite sure I spent less than $500 in clothes in the past 8 years. Thank you triple-Y chromosome for letting me spend my money on other things (like noise-canceling headphones).
I’ve heard this low-maintenance clothing trend tends to continue on in life, so I think we’ve got it made in the clothing department. We also won’t have to go into debt to afford makeup, jewelry, accessories, and handbags. Just fancy underwear (if my friend’s teens are any indication)…but I can deal with that. And on that note, we come to #3…
3) I don’t have to share
Except for the occasional time when the boys have wanted nail polish or to wear my necklaces, I doubt they’re going to want to share my sweaters and lipstick. Which works just fine for me, thank you very much.
4) Fewer toys
Yes, I know, boys and girls can play with the same toys. But it seems that Toys R Us hasn’t figured that out yet. Until they do, I’m very happy to easily categorize all birthday/Christmas gifts into one of five bins: vehicles, tools, marbles, LEGOs, and sticks.
5) Wrestling (and not wrestling)
I like wrestling with my boys on the trampoline. But when they get too rough, all I have to say is “be gentle with mommy!” and the wrestling is all done. It’s a great card to play, let me tell you.
6) I get to be their first love
This is true of all mommy-son relationships, but I think it’s especially sweet when there is no sister in the mix.
