I have a house full of men. This means a lot of things, like round the clock not so noble gases. There is a lot of : “where is _____ (fill with anything, you name it, they can’t find it)? And for some reason they can’t figure out how to use a hamper. I also get a lot of blank stares when I get poetic about my emotions. There is so much testosterone in this house I swear I can smell it, and it doesn’t smell like roses.
I have to admit occasionally I feel outnumbered and misunderstood. But there is a silver lining to my predicament, while it might not seem like it to innocent eyes, I am the master of the house. A lot of responsibility comes with the title but also a lot of perks. For all the cleaning, organizing, nourishing, strategizing and mediating I get absolute loyalty and love. Plus my wardrobe is the only one that really matters (at least for now, Lucas is proving to be a little fashionista).
My men might drive me crazy sometimes but they value their queen above all. For all you master strategists out there you know that once you lose the queen the game is over.
So today I am thankful for being outnumbered in my home. I am thankful for the wonderful men that make my home a home. I am grateful for the kisses on demand. I am thankful that even though I know my way around hanging a curtain, I don’t have to. I am blessed because they love me as much as I love them. Because I know that deep down my wish is their command, I am for ever grateful.
So for all you ladies with a house full of men I raise my glass. May your kingdom be happy and prosperous!