They Call Me Princess & Other Things I Love About Raising Boys
When it comes to being the lady of the house, the only competition I have comes from the four-legged diva we adopted three years ago.
While most of my life as a DudeMom has been spent learning to navigate the grimy boy-infested waters, I've decided that being the lady of the house has its definite perks. Here are my top 10 reasons raising boys as the only chick in the house is sort of amazing …
10 Things I Love About Being the Only Girl in the House
They call me the princess because they tried calling me the queen once, and I told them that sounded old.
I didn't have to see that Frozen sing-a-long movie one single time. And we only sing “Let it Go” when we're on really long road trips and we want to torture the tweenager.
The only clothing drama we ever encounter involves shorts in the winter. Note: This is major drama, but fortunately, it only happens in one season and doesn't result in me buying anything new.
I don't have to pay for two mani-pedis. Unless I want two mani-pedis for myself this month!
All of the cute clothing and shoes that come into this house belong to me. No one tries to steal it … Except for the bras. Those, apparently, make awesomely good slingshots.
I can cut pretty much everyone's hair in the kitchen.
During “the talk,” I get to huddle outside of the door with my ear pressed to the wall while their father does the honors–after I approve the script, of course!
“PMS? Mooom, what's P-M-S?”
I don't have to pretend to like craft projects, unless you count building a fort as a craft project.
There are plenty of people to kill or relocate creepy crawly things from my house.
I'm the prettiest person in the house. ALWAYS.
Everywhere I go, I have a protection posse. They are skilled in jump kicks, flying punches, karate chops, and leg sweeping. You should be afraid!
Hugs. All of the smelly, sticky, kinda-feels-more-like-a-headlock-than-a-hug-really hugs.
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