Life At The Frat House
Confession: I may be fourty years old but I am seventeen at heart.
Life at my house is that of four teenagers at this point. The
triplets and me. We are quite the crew when you encounter all of us.
It doesn't matter if we are at an art show, concert, out to dinner,
shopping or just hanging out on the deck at home. There is pushing,
joking, name calling, conversations about anatomy and occasionally
body emanations that really shouldn't be described on something as
sacred as the internet. My point? I'm too young to be this old and I
will fight my age to the bitter end. As I told Michelle recently "I
will color my hair until it retreats past the 38th parallel because I
am that vain."
People always ask what it was like and how did we handle raising
triplets. "We didn't know any other way. We never had one kid at a
time. We just had a litter." It was our first and only pregnancy, it
was natural, it was expensive, it is still expensive. We were in our
early 20s, not something I recommend, and we were just dumb enough to
think we could handle it. Now that they are older they have gotten
much easier to take care of but they are still my babies. I haven't
let them totally grow up because I don't want to totally grow up. I
still want to laugh at dumb things, make jokes with them and be
involved in what they think is funny. I have taught them to be
gentlemen, good citizens, excellent students, sarcastic, snarky and
capable of gently picking on someone (That went downhill, didn't
it?).
So if a momish wants to step into this life what can she expect? She
can expect four gentlemen at the start of the relationship. After
that...you are on your own. Defend yourself, don't let them see you
sweat, keep your head on a swivel and always, ALWAYS, exercise caution
when opening a closed bathroom door after it has recently been
vacated. Ignore the beer cap dining room table, it has a story. Loud
music is always necessary no matter the time or the genre of music.
Tennis shoes will always be in the living room but the rest of the
house is immaculate. Teenage boys occupy a lot of furniture space so
sitting in the kitchen is not just practical it is a little romantic.
Napkins are optional because pantlegs and the pug are acceptable for
hand wiping. Teenagers are awesome designated drivers. Yes, that
smell is coming from their laundry basket and they will eventually
notice it. Finally, they will lift heavy objects for you, fetch you a
drink and make you feel welcome...or they'll pay for it later.
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