I live in a house with three boys. Just three boys and me. I have never lived in a place where the testosterone is so abundant. Even growing up, I at least had my Mom to help balance the place out. When it was just me and Colin, we were equals. My sobbing at the Dawson’s Creek finale was offset by his competition worthy belching (Which honestly he doesn’t do, but it really is the perfect male stereotype, right?). But now it’s me against a twenty-two year old, a twenty-five year old, and a thirty-something (hidden to protect my aging brother’s pride) year old, whose median mentality may be near the seventeen year old mark.
Would you like to watch tv? Your choices are; Texas Hold-Em Poker, football (college or pro, your choice), COPS, Nascar, or Extreme Engineering. Alright, I can get on board with most of those occasionally, but I can’t stand having to watch ALL MALE PROGRAMMING, ALL THE TIME. (Yes, I know, that’s a whole ‘nother stereotyping right there, but you get my point right?) For the first few days I had no choice. There was only one tv in the house, and it was constantly occupied. God forbid I tried to put on Project Runway while they were all otherwise busy, you could hear their groans of discontent in Utah, I believe.
Well, finally our room was in enough order to facilitate our overly-large-for-such-a-small-place television. It sits sort of front heavy on a dresser that, until this point, I though was structurally sound. Unfortunately the weight of our 36″ Sony has led me to believe otherwise. I fully expect to come home one afternoon to see the tv on the floor, glass strewn everywhere, with one of my cat’s legs peeking out from under the useless plastic frame Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz style. But for now it will have to do.
Due to the nature of the boys viewing habits, I have retreated numerous times to my bedroom, which I refer to (for now) as the cave. I tried to come up with a clever nickname similar to “The Men’s Den” but I got nothing. If you have any suggestions, please leave a comment. The best suggestion will be made into a plaque, hung on the bedroom door, and a picture will be put on my blog as proof.
*interruption*
I just went inside to get more wine, and they are watching Ultimate Fighting. What kind of flop house am I living in?!?
*resume*
So, because I have been outcast to “the cave” I spend a lot of time by myself. I am feeling kind of lonely. Not what I expected to be feeling after arriving only a week-ish ago. In fact, I miss my husband. Isn’t that strange considering that neither of us are working at the moment, and it almost as if we are on vacation? In fact right now I am almost choking up just thinking about it. I’ll blame the combination of wine and altitude, which I think could turn disastrous.
I don’t think I’m homesick, as I had very few friends left in Delaware. Getting married sort of turns people away. I never expected that side effect. I had friends when Colin and I were dating. We hung out with people as a couple and it never seemed to be a problem, but then we got married and people stopped calling. Is there an unwritten rule that I don’t know about telling single people to avoid their married friends? They all came out of the woodwork after the fire of course. But as soon as we were on our feet again they went back into hiding.
Normally I would take myself on a shopping spree to make myself feel better but we are sort of poor at the moment, so that is out of the question. Instead I think I will curl up with my kitties, a nice glass of Chardonnay, and a rerun of the Gilmore Girls, because really, what could be better?
