Saints...

Okay, there HAS to be a special place in heaven for a mother of all boys. And, I do mean ALL boys. I have friends that have boys and a girl, and well, they don't count! If you have some estrogen in the house to balance out all the testosterone, then you can't take that special place from us All Boy Moms!! We are a special breed and for whatever reason, God thinks we're capable to handle this huge task (or else he has a very wicked sense of humor!). I love my boys dearly, but some days are just really, really tough. The other day I was in Wal-Mart by myself (doesn't happen very often!) and this man behind me and I started talking. We were, after all in line for 25 minutes, no joke, while the completely incapable cashier tried to do a job that she obviously wasn't trained properly to do. Anyway, after I told him that I had 4 boys and he was shocked "I thought you were like 22 or 23" hehe, he told me that he was one of 3 boys. I told him that he should kiss his mother every day and tell her that she is a saint. He said "well, we got our butts beaten a lot" and I told him that with all those boys that his mother had to do whatever she could to keep them in line. By the end of our conversation, I think I had him convinced that his mother should be inducted into Sainthood. Okay, enough of my rant now! It's just been a very long day.