For real. Not in a cute, "i'm-gonna-write- a-funny-post-about-being-a-mother-of-boys-way". I mean, they STINK. Like in a gross, "get-me-out-of-here-surely-this-isn't-what-life-is-supposed-to-be-like" sort of way.
They tromp in and out and bring their friends. Their friends all stink just like they do. They hang out here between games or between wakeskating or whatever. They leave stinky things lying around. Shirts, shorts, socks, towels, shoes....and more socks. They act like you've gone completely off your rocker and are totally "spazzed out" if you even begin to complain about the CRAP they leave lying around. They are MASTERS at making you feel like it's YOUR problem and not THEIR problem. They are pathetic. They make me sick and disgusted.
And yet, I love them.
There's a lesson here. But I don't even want to know it. I just want to take pleasure in my disgust and pride myself with the fact that I'm in control of them even though I have to turn into the Wicked Witch of the West (South, North, and East) to affect any change in the state of things. And they'll pull it together and pick it all up and make it look good.....for now.....and then....it will go right back to the disgusting state of awfulness they love to wallow in.
Heaven help the women who marry them. Heaven help ME!
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