Outnumbered at Home

I am outnumbered. I am a married mother of two, living in a house with three boys, including my husband. I don’t mind being outnumbered so much. I have never been much of a girly girl. I like that there isn’t a lot of preening and fussing over clothes and hair. Well, there wasn’t anyway until last year in kindergarten Jack decided he was in love. Heaven forbid he walk out of the house with one hair out of place!

But sometimes I am stymied by the tendencies of the boys in my life. I wonder if buying something pink and frilly and rubbing it on myself (or them) will cure me of the male-dominated household ailments (MDHA) that I suffer from. Having another female in the house would at least give me an ally when things are put to a vote. Right now, I count my dog, Shasta, as a vote for the female side since she is a female and would most certainly vote with me if she was able. But, that only puts me at two – still outnumbered by one. Come to think of it, her full name is Shasta Ice Princess, given to her by her original owner. I think I will lobby for her vote to count as two – anything with the word “Princess” in it surely should garner more weight. Then, all I would need is one more vote to take the majority. We have fish. Who knows how to tell the sex of fish?

So, welcome to my blog in which I will share with you some of my experiences of being outnumbered. These posts are not meant to be generalizations or stereotypes regarding the entire male population – just true accounts of what it’s like to be outnumbered in my house. Do you have your own accounts? Please feel free to share them.