The title says it all really. With this many kids, someone is bound to do something funny around here. By funny, I mean: stupid, dangerous, gross, or annoying. There truly is never a dull moment in a home with 5 boys. The joke around here is that I wouldn’t know what to do with a girl. I was a Tom-boy. I don’t wear make up. I can barely match my own clothes, let alone a little girl outfit. I can’t braid. I can’t even cook. My moto has always been: “I will fix your brakes, before I fix your breakfast.” So I guess it’s a bit natural for me to be raising all boys. Nothing grosses me out anymore. We have a 5 minute rule for anything thrown on the floor. I sweep 10 times a day it seems, but mopping is for special occasions. I wouldn’t trade any of this, but some days I wish I had a fast forward button and endless cash for solo vacations. Stay-cations are for the birds, mama needs a break! So while I’m in the thick of this motherhood thing, with a senior in high school and the youngest in a diaper, come laugh with me so I don’t cry.
Outnumbered Six to One 