Ouch. Right there with you.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I hate scooping litter boxes, but I don't mind dumping and refilling. I confess to only disinfecting them when it is warm enough to have the garden hose hooked up because I hose the NAST away then spray with bleach based cleaner, then dry in the sun. There are a ton of things I don't mind doing elsewhere that seem like pure drudgery at my own home. I don't mind cleaning bathrooms, for one.
One task I love is opening the windows on the first warm day of spring, and going after all the woodwork with Murphy's Oil Soap.
I can wash a small car with two buckets of water.
I don't mind mowing the lawn if I can use a lightweight electric mower.
I hate putting my own laundry away, but I don't mind putting someone else's on hangers (I'm willing to fold but you may not like the results because I don't have the ability to be detail-oriented with matching seams up).
I like yard work. I haven't been able to do much this year, and I miss it.
I think I like vacuuming because I can see the physical results, even if they are horrifying. I can dump out that little cannister and say "oh merciful Zeus. 5 minutes ago all that crap was in my rug. And now it's not."
Owen is the most self-aware and coolest dude around,
Owen is not alone, if that is the case. It took me considerably longer to realize it.
We'll see for sure when the testosterone kicks in but I want him to be comfortable no matter what. He does seem so. I just want to keep it that way.
You are a truly awesome mom, Cashmere.
Yeah, you are, Cashmere. If you're comfortable with it, whatever it turns out to be, that's what he needs.
I didn't really think about boys until high school. I was always baffled by teenage romance stories. Then I got to college and made up for lost time.