I've been surrounded by males for the past 18+ years. At first it was only my son Jestin, who was born 22 years ago. Then I met Gary, my husband, and very soon after that we had Jahshua. And then of course there is our sweet, old yellow lab Champ. So sometimes I need to get some perspective, am I the crazy one or am I the only one that is sane?
Most of the time I don't feel outnumbered or misunderstood but once in awhile (oh alright, about once a month) I become the ranter who everybody looks at like " Who let her in here?". I hate when I lose my cool and they say things like "calm down" or "what's your problem?" as if I am going off for no reason like I'm Mt. Saint Helens or something! I know I react differently to similar things depending on the state of my hormones but I just want to state for the record that I am irritated every time you leave the milk out, not just when my eggs are out of the basket.
What really worries me is that sometime in the next decade I will inevitably hit menopause and then the lid will really be off the teakettle! I think I'd better just join a convent now. Luckily my kids won't have to live with me by then. Jestin has his own family already and Jahshua has applied to colleges and will be off in the world in a few short months. Then I will only have to torture my husband who likes to say to me when I apologize for my crazy behavior- "It's okay, I'm used to it."
Note to self~Just remember, sometimes you are as irritating to them as they are to you!
