Lately I've been feeling a definite lack of estrogen in our house. The boys are home from school, Chet's sales training has him at home more often than his other job, and our friend Rick has two teenage boys staying with him who have come to visit quite often lately. So after sitting at the dinner table with two men, two teenage boys and two little boys, I started realizing that it had been awhile since another woman had been in my house. A few days before, my neighbor Aja had come over to say hi, but it was only for a few minutes, and she is pregnant right now with--a boy! Yesterday my visiting teacher came over and I talked her ear off. She may go back to dropping off goodies or mailing notes so she doesn't have to sit through another bout of my incesant chatting.
Right now my days are filled with Pokemon, mud, sticks, rocks, Captain Underpants, Calvin and Hobbes, Star Wars, funny sounds, funky smells, imitations of "Napoleon Dynamite", name-calling, yelling, fireworks, belching, Legos, sticky messes, and Hobbit riddles. There is only one thing in my house that is pink and I'm not daring enough to wear it. We have no sparkley shoes. No one ever says "That is adorable, can I borrow it sometime?"
It's not a lack of women in my life, necessarily, just in my home. I work in a flowershop full of hormonal, sometimes witchey, women. I guess what I'm lacking is not women in my life, what I'm lacking is female companionship. And for someone like me, that's tough. I grew up in a female-dominated home with three sisters. And I was surrounded by an estrogen-army of good, close friends. So in a sense, I've been spoiled up until now, getting in all the women-time I've needed. And now, it's a drought.
To all the women who have been a part of my life--THANK YOU! You have listened to me cry and complain, you have borrowed my hairbrush and my socks, you have told me when I have way too much make-up on, or when I needed to poof my hair. You have chided me for acting hormonal without good reason (until Senior year, mind you), listened to me be stubborn and called me on it (all the while with your arm around my shoulder), taken me to lunch or ice cream when only food would cure, and confided in me your deepest thoughts, which made me feel wanted, trusted and loved more than you'll ever know. Some of you were born my sisters, and some of you became so through time and life. I love you dearly and miss you very much.
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xoxoxoxoxo, back at ya babe! Come visit me in warm sunny Florida this winter, just you!!!
Mich,
You are the awesomest!
Thank goodness for visiting teachers who actually come and care, right?
I wish I were there to visit, but the stinky boy smell might just overwhelm me and we'd have to go and pick lavendar.
Brothers always get left out.
Who would have thought that you would thank me for stealing your socks? I knew it would come one day. So I say to you that I am willing to make the sacrifice that if you feel lonely, you can send me a pair of your socks, I will wear them and then lose them under my bed, just like old times! It won't be quite the same as stealing them myself, but you will see that you will still have the same end result. Ha Ha Ha (evil plan laugh)- Love you Mich!
Although we are miles apart and I am surrounded by women as well, there is not a day that goes by that I don't miss "just hangin" with you too. I miss the days we used to sit and watch the kids play and DO NOTHING! I have felt a great void in my life and the sad thing is, I am closer to our sisters than you. It is my own fault--I know. I have 2 daughters and have been watching 2 teenage girls all last week with SERIOUS estrogen!. You would think that is enough estrogen but nothing replaces "sister estrogen". So my advice to you is, have a no bra, no makeup Monday and don't even poof that hair! I will be joining you in spirit from afar.
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