How many children do I have???

The boys

The boys

I went away for a couple of months and my blogroll disappeared…How did that happen?  It doesn’t matter, I’ve got it fixed (at least for now!)  I will write about my summer in another post it was mostly good with a lot of busy and a little ugly thrown in.

We are settling back into the grind in our house as the days shorten.  Jeff has started back teaching and it is a hard adjustment for all of us.  I got so used to having him around all the time, my househusband, that it was a real shock to the system when he returned to work.  Ok, part of it was due to the household chores he takes care of during the summer but not all : )  When he works he leaves the house by 5:30 am and is usually not home until about 6:30 pm.  Last year he was able to work a four day work week and he is hopeful he will be able to do so again…just not yet.  Poor Caden keeps asking me where his Dad is and he doesn’t seem to believe me when I say Dad’s at work.  Dad spoiled him a bit and took him to the pool a lot during the summer.

So, how many of you feel at times that your husband is another child?  Granted a much larger and sophisticated child but a child nevertheless…I’ve had this feeling numerous times over our 12+ years together.  It is usually frustrating and often humorous but it always makes me question how many children I really want!  I mean if you have a grown man torching bugs with WD-40 don’t you worry just a little?  It’s enough work trying to keep the little ones from inadvertently killing themselves.

Now by the virtue of being married I get to look after the much larger, supposedly smarter, beastie who can get into so much more trouble when under the influence of the Y chromosome.  I call the Y chromosome the dumbass gene because of the stupid behaviors I believe it causes.  I have heard others (females of course) refer to these incomprehensible behaviors as testosterone poisoning or testosterone surges.  As far as I can tell it is the same thing and causes the same questionable behaviors.  I have heard stories of fireworks in toilets (No, don’t ask why…Yes, this blew a large hole in the bowl.)  I have heard of trying to get rid of moles by putting gas in their holes (Nasty backflash, big boom and also shook house on foundation.)  There are more but I’d love to hear some new ones.  So, what’s your funny boy man story?  I know you’ve got one : )

~Alisha