Peace In The House Of Testosterone

Peace. Blessed, blessed peace.

The kids are back at school, the husband is at work and the MOSY House of Testosterone is temporarily cleansed of its pervasive masculinity.

Well, except for the cat. But he’s neutered so doesn’t really count.

Testosterone actually has a physical, airborne presence. Did you know that?

That’s not science. That’s just me realising that I can actually breathe today. And hear the birds outside. And find room in my head for my own thoughts.

It’s almost shocking.

As has been previously well-established, I am not a girly girl but even my little oestrogen being can find it tough going against the storm cloud of ‘boyness’ that permeates my house.

Much like the smog you don’t notice when you live in the thick of it, a testosterone-filled house is just my daily reality that passes mostly without question. But the end of school holidays can be like a trip up the mountain to rediscover the fresh air and look back with amazement at the conditions I was living in for all those weeks.

Of course, it’s a fleeting escape. The testosterone horde will return this afternoon, their rampant maleness all the more dominant for the brief respite I will have enjoyed today.

In the meantime, I’ll take all the peace I can get.

A Mother's Peace



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28 thoughts on “Peace In The House Of Testosterone

      • Hey, we have scones here. And cookies. And biscuits. They probably just take different forms. If it gets bad with the testosterone, you might want to add a little brandy to the coffee. Makes everything right, you know.


        • And crackers, you have crackers too, right? We’re just a simple people. (Simple as in basic, not stupid. Although, looking at our politicians….)

          I’ve heard that. I think I may save that one for the Just-Prior-To-School-Pick-Up Coffee.


  1. Haha, you seem like such a fun mom! Even the best of moms need a break from it all though–glad you enjoyed a little estrogen time alone! 🙂


  2. Can’t even BEGIN to imagine that, H … But the scones and the coffee – just pop down here briefly and make me some scones, eh wot ? I can go a scone at the worst of times. 🙂


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