Sometimes when I look at my 3 boys, my husband and 2 male cats, I can feel their energy crowding my mind, ready to drown me with testosterone.
WOW how the fuck did all this happen? Usually it starts with the former expletive. clearly I did not birth cats.
So I fake burp the loudest, shout the loudest, lock the fridge, pee all over their toilet, make them bake and watch Frozen. My existence is once again noted…
Mama is back in the room.