6 against 1
I am alone. Alone in a world filled with fart jokes, legos and muddy boots. A world where I will never braid someones hair (not by their choice anyway). I will never go shopping for prom dresses or tampons. I will never teach a daughter how to apply foundation or how to use a curling iron. Wait a minute, I don't even know how to use a curling, I am TOTALLY ok with this situation! Yup. I am a mum to boys. Lots of boys. 5 boys. Plus a husband. And a dog who thinks he is one of he kids. I am out numbered 7 to 1. And I am ok with that. I like to do my nails and colour my hair (currently its varying shades of blue and purple). I like jewellery and bags. But I am far from a girly girl. Pretty sure I spent more time in the principals office for fighting then my younger brother did. I swear like a pirate, drink milk right out of the carton and don't own a piece of clothing with flowers or frills. I've always joked, if we had of had a daughter she would be wearin