Pilar wrote on her blog yesterday that she didn't understand men sometimes. I totally agree. They say we're totally confusing creatures. But how about these confusing signals?
I come home from work to find the kitchen a disaster area. They all manage to cook and find themselves something for lunch. None of them seem to grasp the concept of cleaning up after a meal.
They insult each other (and me) by calling each other "girl", "little girl", etc. But at the same time they see and appreciate the differences between me and them.
They "surprise" me by completely rearranging the furniture in their room, but they still manage to have the same amount of discarded clothing, shoes, toys and debris as before they rearranged the furniture.
The garbage in the kitchen can pile up on the floor and any other available surface without them even noticing, but they gross out at the thought of drinking out of the same cup as each other.
They can fight off bugs and bad guys with reckless abandon for their own safety, but a small cut on the foot is reason for them to whimper in pain and limp for the rest of the day.
They can be too full to finish their vegetables, but they suddenly regain their appetite about 10-20 minutes after dinner when they remember that ice cream is in the freezer. As Luke says, "The dessert side of my stomach is always empty."
They can be called back three different times because of a bad or incomplete job in cleaning a bathroom. But they can surprise Mom by completely cleaning out the refrigerator, including washing the dishes and wiping down the shelves.
Boys--can't live with 'em, can't keep things clean with 'em. But I gotta love 'em. Thanks for being a part of my life, guys. And don't forget to make your beds!