I’m only blogging because I’ve been quarantined to my office and I’ve got nothing else to do in here. The rest of the house has been commandeered by four girls in various stages of undressedness.
Last night Gresham (age six) spent the night at a friend’s and some girls came over to spend the night with Gabriella (age seven). At the moment they’re taking showers and getting makeover’s before we head out the door to church. This makes no sense to me. Which is good. It reaffirms my man-ness, I suppose, after that unfortunate cake confession.
Why is it fun to wash one’s hair? To put paint on one’s face? To dress up in one’s uncomfortable clothes?
Besides the plate of bacon and pancakes, this makeover thing seems to be the highlight of the whole spending-the-night deal this weekend. Whereas, the highlight of spending the night at my friends’ houses as a kid was flipping Space Invaders and, in later years, Mario Brothers for the zillionth time. And mooning somebody. And sticking Oreos to someone’s house and cars. And drinking my body weight in Jolt and Dr.Pepper. That was fun. And makes total sense to me.
TransitionGirl says:
He. At least they left you alone. Imagine if they got you to help with the makeovers. EEK!
Jordan says:
Ah yes, the days of drinking Jolt Cola to try to stay awake all night. The highlight of sleepovers with my friends was usually shooting BB guns at each other and setting something or someone on fire. Also the wrestling on the floor to see who was the strongest of the strong. Those were the days.
Toby Taff says:
Shaun,
AS a dad of 3 daughters, when the estrogenated hoards come over, I find guy things to do…Night of sports at Buffalo Wild Wings, catch a show at a local music venue, work on the car, hide at IHOP with a text book… anything. My wife is much better equipped to handle the estrogenation of the household. Like you, I just don’t get it.
anon4him says:
haha, I can appreciate either of those options… except for the mooning.
I guess there are just things men are not supposed to know
Grovesfan says:
As the mother of three girls I can honestly say that when the estrogen levels rise around here due to friends being around; I disappear! Quickly and for as long as necessary to make sure none of it rubs off on me! I am the eternal “tomboy” most of the time. My girls wouldn’t want me to help with all that “fru-fru” stuff anyway. I know nothing about it.
Jessica R says:
You just confirmed to me that boys are still wierd. So there.