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Daily December #4 - The House of Boys (HoB) and Me
Life with boys: lessons, hacks, unexpected pleasures, or whatever I want to write about (for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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First off: it's possible that I just have metro-sexual kids, but wow, boys do too care about their hair. I mean, I think they care more than I do about what shampoo they use, etc. And they stopped going with their dad to his old-time barber shop years ago. They go see the same lady who does my hair. Yup, me and my tail of boys, taking over half the waiting area of Salon [Vxxxx] in Buckhead. At least we aren't about to buried under scrunchies/ribbons/barrettes.
People look at us when we're all out together, me and my four (because D counts as one, too) boys and say things like, 'wow, you're really outnumbered,' and said boys all laugh, because, yeah, no. D uses the American football 'half the distance to the goal line' analogy--with each kid, it got closer, but it'll never get there. And other people tell me all the time that it's too bad I don't have a daughter, because I'm really missing out on how special the mother-daughter relationship is, but really, I do have a mom, and... we're not that close. If the comment is condescending enough, I'll point to me (handsome, polite, smart, funny) boys and ask which one they think I should have sacrificed for the mythical daughter. D usually tries to hide his face at this point, but hey, we dated for forever before we got married: he knew what he was getting into.
I guess I'm supposed to miss going shopping with my daughter or spa weekends or something, but I'm not all that excited about shopping and I'm perfectly fine going and getting mani-pedis by myself (My nails are wet--I can't answer my phone! No one can call and ask me for stuff! It is bliss!) I was pretty much the only girl in all of my classes / workplaces (if women in STEM are underrepresented now, I invite you to imagine the ratios in the 70s/80s), so it's not like hanging out with all boys is something new. And, conveniently enough, my best friend also has only boys, so whenever we get the urge to smack them all upside the head, we go find a chick flick to watch and then drag them out and watch them eat their bodyweight in ribs or something. (Mine are all 6+ feet, hers are pushing 6'4" and wow, do boys EAT. And stay skinny, sob.)
The one time over the years that I've felt a little isolated is when I'm craving someone to go to the ballet with me. None of them have any interest (I dragged D to see Misha back in the 80s--he claims that no one else will ever come close, so why bother, which is ... partially true? but I am somehow unconvinced of the totality of his sincerity.) They all love musicals, though, so that's not a big thing. On the other hand, I'm the one who takes all the neighborhood kids to see all the comic book movies and all the other moms are so grateful for what is really something I love, so maybe it's for the best that I have all boys.
ariadnes_string) First off: it's possible that I just have metro-sexual kids, but wow, boys do too care about their hair. I mean, I think they care more than I do about what shampoo they use, etc. And they stopped going with their dad to his old-time barber shop years ago. They go see the same lady who does my hair. Yup, me and my tail of boys, taking over half the waiting area of Salon [Vxxxx] in Buckhead. At least we aren't about to buried under scrunchies/ribbons/barrettes.
People look at us when we're all out together, me and my four (because D counts as one, too) boys and say things like, 'wow, you're really outnumbered,' and said boys all laugh, because, yeah, no. D uses the American football 'half the distance to the goal line' analogy--with each kid, it got closer, but it'll never get there. And other people tell me all the time that it's too bad I don't have a daughter, because I'm really missing out on how special the mother-daughter relationship is, but really, I do have a mom, and... we're not that close. If the comment is condescending enough, I'll point to me (handsome, polite, smart, funny) boys and ask which one they think I should have sacrificed for the mythical daughter. D usually tries to hide his face at this point, but hey, we dated for forever before we got married: he knew what he was getting into.
I guess I'm supposed to miss going shopping with my daughter or spa weekends or something, but I'm not all that excited about shopping and I'm perfectly fine going and getting mani-pedis by myself (My nails are wet--I can't answer my phone! No one can call and ask me for stuff! It is bliss!) I was pretty much the only girl in all of my classes / workplaces (if women in STEM are underrepresented now, I invite you to imagine the ratios in the 70s/80s), so it's not like hanging out with all boys is something new. And, conveniently enough, my best friend also has only boys, so whenever we get the urge to smack them all upside the head, we go find a chick flick to watch and then drag them out and watch them eat their bodyweight in ribs or something. (Mine are all 6+ feet, hers are pushing 6'4" and wow, do boys EAT. And stay skinny, sob.)
The one time over the years that I've felt a little isolated is when I'm craving someone to go to the ballet with me. None of them have any interest (I dragged D to see Misha back in the 80s--he claims that no one else will ever come close, so why bother, which is ... partially true? but I am somehow unconvinced of the totality of his sincerity.) They all love musicals, though, so that's not a big thing. On the other hand, I'm the one who takes all the neighborhood kids to see all the comic book movies and all the other moms are so grateful for what is really something I love, so maybe it's for the best that I have all boys.
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People are so stupid, aren't they.