Saturday, May 05, 2007

The Men's Club

Lately, it feels as if I'm completely losing control of my life. My new job has me working longer hours than I used to, which affords my husband and my son more "alone" time at home together. In a lot of ways, I'm really happy about that. It gives them plenty of time to bond and do Father-son sort of things, but in many other ways it is very dangerous. If you've read my recent post No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed, you know exactly what I'm talking about. The most recent development happened when I came home from work the other day. I threw the mail on the counter, poured a glass of ice water and lingered around the kitchen before I headed to my bedroom to change my clothes. The boys were outside. My husband was working on the boat and my son was helping (ie, playing). As I passed by my son's bedroom door, I saw this.... From what I can tell it is never coming off. Permanent glue. My house is becoming a boy's club, of which I am obligated to observe and even participate, but never vote.

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