Life with Boys: Brotherly Love

After reading my previous post, you might think that things are all unicorns, rainbows, and puppies at the PLRH house.

Yes, I’m thrilled to have everyone at home again. But I’ve got to admit that they’re driving me nuts! The testosterone level has hit critical mass. How can the maleness in the house grow exponentially with the addition of only one male-child?

As a friend of mine pointed out, the boys have 6 months worth of brotherly “love” pent up that they feel the need to share with each other.

Saturday afternoon the boys and I did a little bit of Christmas shopping. I seriously thought we were going to get thrown out of Macy’s. My darling children had a cologne fight at the men’s fragrance counter. However, we didn’t get actually get swarmed by the salespeople (3 of them) until I yelled,

I have to ride home in a car with both of you!

Two nights in a row I have woken up at midnight to a Nerf dart gun battle waging in the house. Of all things the boys could be doing at midnight, a dart gun battle is rather harmless. I just wish they were a little bit more stealthy about it and let me sleep.

G-Man thinks it’s fun to wrestle his brother. We keep trying to point out to him that his brother has spent the past 6 months training in the military and has learned all sorts of new things. When G-Man doesn’t heed our advice, we just kindly ask Mr. A to NOT break any of his brother’s bones or accidentally choke him out.

Then there are the “That’s What She Said” comments. Not only are the boys trying to outdo each other but I think my husband has a regressed to his teenage years as well.

Last night, Molly looked at me as if she expected me to do something about the entire “boy” situation. My only response was to grab my book and go in the bedroom to read.

I really am glad that we’re all together and that the boys get along so well together. I’m just in need of a little bit of girl time. At the very least, the testosterone in smaller doses.