The trick has been “HOW to keep the kids out?” I inadvertently discovered the solution last weekend. IF you happen to have a bra (preferably padded and totally pimped out with gold fasteners, etc), hang it on the door knob to your bathroom. Boys would sooner eat their own livers than touch a door knob with their mom’s hideously ugly, vulgar, bra hanging from it. In fact, I’ve noticed that Mike has taken to using the boys’ bathroom. I may have to pick up more of these bras. Who knows, if I find a couple of good ones, I could have the house to myself with Mike and the boys camping out back . . . Muhahahaha . . .
Living with five men/boys is my life. Usually it’s just fine. But, sometimes, I just want somewhere to go where no one will bother me. There’s not a lot of room in the house. A lot of times, I leave Mike and the boys to watch their man-tv in the living while I hide on the screened-in porch listening to a book on tape while I sew or knit or otherwise fidget. Now that we’re into summer however, I find myself seeking a retreat that involves air-conditioning. All I’ve been able to come up with is the bathroom off of Mike and my bedroom. Sure, it’s a 6 x 10 closet, but it’s cool and clean and I can stack books in there.