Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Descending Hens

Saturday approaches. Hens from three states will be flocking to my house bearing gifts for my son to be. Mothers, Grandmothers, Aunts, female friends, pregnant female friends, and small children all destined for my home and a multi-hour session of womanly, baby oozing preparations. Estrogen Central.

My tasks, as reported in a previous post, are to prepared the house like Martha Stewart her self is due for arrival. I finished the hardwood flooring on Saturday and I only have one wall and one closet remain to paint. Re-installing doors and base molding and the easy part is done. Then its yard work (mowing, trimming and some painting), garage re-organization, cleaning, sweeping, moping and semi-final room preparations/ decoration to do. I’ll need a beer, or six.

Luckily during Baby-Fest 2008 I will be taking the dogs to B-Ham with my Dad and Brother where we will wait it out. Wife also despises girly-girl shit, so I am hoping the Festival of Estrogen will end sooner rather than later.

After it’s all over, I get the feeling that’s when it really begins, and will never end.

8 comments:

  1. You are right on about the never ending part.

    JDP

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  2. Looks as if Grandmoms are headed for the hills!

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  3. does this mean i can peck at people if they cramp my style?
    -k (aka random hen #9)

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  4. My life became unrecognizable after we had kids. Everything changed, the way we thought, the way felt, the way we slept and ate.

    Which was fine really. We weren't doing much anyway.

    The trick is to remember not to become a second class citizen in your own lives. Be vigilant in how you nurture yourself and your wife.

    And then let the love flow. Because you are right, it will never end.

    :)

    Mrs. Hall

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  5. Wow, the joys of being a homeowner and a parent. I don't know if I should applaud you for your efforts or just you more beer money.

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  6. Good Ole GREAT Auntie Sue8/08/2008 08:22:00 PM

    bawk

    bawk

    Bawk

    Bawk

    BAWK

    BAWK

    xoxo
    Good Ole' GREAT Auntie Sue

    p.s. I will keep any Hens in line that try to scratch a bit too far!

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