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.
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Hot chocolate and scones with jam? Looks good to me on this wintry day!
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Coffee. Always coffee. Speaking of which, I think I need another one.
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I knew yours was coffee. I’m thinking of me. As ever.
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Looks absolutely yummy!
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Ooh, it was. And if I’m going to have another coffee, I think I’m going to need another scone to go with it. (That’s ‘biscuit’ to you, I believe. Which is your ‘cookie’ to us. English is so confusing.)
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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.
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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.
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Oh, I’m jealous!
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You’re welcome to come over and have some but I think by the time you got here they’d be a bit stale. Or, more likely, I’d have eaten them all.
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Sad but true….but am also envious of your downtime there….I have two of the male species here…perhaps you’d take them on so I could have my own peaceful break? I’ll send them to you and the trip will give us both a break, huh? Pretty please?
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Oh absolutely! What’s two more? The more the merrier! (She says as one side of her face starts twitching uncontrollably.)
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🙂 Fear not…..mine can’t go that far or that long without food…..I fear I’m stuck with them…..
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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! 🙂
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Thanks, Sasha. 🙂 I’m enjoying it so much, I can’t let it go. I’m not sure how much ‘work’ is going to get done today.
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Oh, don’t lift a finger–you deserve a day of nothingness! 🙂
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Oh, well, if you insist. 😉
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🙂 😉 🙂
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Have you noticed how much SPACE men/boys take up? One of them walks into a room and it’s overcrowded.
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I know! What is with that??
Multiplied by four, it’s any wonder I feel like I’ve been squashed into a tiny box lately.
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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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That is a highly attractive proposition. Excuse me, boys, I’ve just got to pop out for scones with a mate. Oh, I should be back in, oh, three days or so…
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That’s about the size of it, me old china.
Seems fairy nuff to ME !
Are you going to be selfish, and refuse ?
[M-R busts out crying, and wanders away to start making her dinner]
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Don’t cry, M-R. You know I would but the males can get so stroppy if they’re not fed regularly.
(Which is actually a completely unfair stereotypical reference to my particular collection of males. They are, in fact, quite capable of fending for themselves and I was, when the brood was much younger, even permitted to run away to the US and Peru for a month without them.)
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S’pose it’s remotely possible they like having you around …
Weird, but possible …
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Yeah, I don’t understand it either…
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I’m in the middle of making homemade pizza for tea. Guess that could have something to do with it.
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Nonononono! – nothing so … materialistic.
Except when you do manage to get down here, bring me one, eh ?
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Oh yes, I do know that. I have evidence.
Next time I’m in the Emerald City – you gotcha!
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