I love being Queen

I live with boys. I’m outnumbered, 3 to 1.

With a husband and 2 boys, things tend to get pretty loud around my house. And if I didn’t have OCD, my house would also get pretty messy, pretty fast.

My boys constantly amaze me with their endless energy and vivid imaginations. I sometimes despair of the poop jokes, the wrestling, and cleaning up messes around the base of the toilet. But most of the time? I love it.

Because I love being Queen.

Take last night, for instance. I took Ethan out to a restaurant for dinner, just the 2 of us. I wanted to do something special to show him how proud I am of his excellent report.
We had a really nice evening. He dressed up for me – he wore his best shirt and his “good” jeans that I absolutely love. Ethan HATES wearing jeans, but he chose to wear them because he knew it would make me happy. How sweet is that?
While we waited for our food at the restaurant, we played noughts & crosses on the back of the kid’s menu (it was an activity sheet, and they provided felt pens too). During dinner, I told him how proud I was of him. On the way home, he thanked me for taking him out, and told me how much he loved me. He also told me that I’m his favourite person in his family. I know that’s not really true, but I must admit I enjoyed hearing it!

I experienced more royal treatment this morning. This time, from my honey.

I was TIRED last night. But I have deadlines, so I worked for most of the evening (while Rob did the dishes, hung out the washing, and tidied up. I know!! I may be the only girl, but I certainly don’t have to do all the work around here).
At 11pm, I finally stumbled upstairs to bed. I was completely dead to the world this morning, and Rob let me sleep while he got Tyler ready for Nana’s house. I got up when Rob left at 7.30, and found he had turned on my computer and the oil heater, so the room was toasty and warm. He’d also left a note on my desk:

I love you.
Have a good day.
I’ll be thinking of you.
Rob xx

I texted him to say thank you, and he wrote back:

U dsrv it, u r v special.

All together now: awwww.

I can’t finish without mentioning Tyler. My little hurricane. He’s always on the go, always talking or singing or generally making noise. But there are also the sweet moments where I see his softer side. Like last night, when Ethan and I got home, and Tyler was already in bed. Rob told me Tyler was a bit sad because he had wanted me to put him to bed. So I went up to see him and say goodnight. Tyler is not an overly affectionate child, but he does like to snuggle with me when I say goodnight, and I cherish those snuggles.

The thing I love most about Tyler is that he wears his heart on his sleeve. If he’s not happy, everyone knows about it! But on the flipside, when he is happy, the whole world smiles with him. Honestly! That kid has the best smile and the BEST laugh. His preschool teachers have said he has the loudest laugh out of all the kids at preschool.
His smile can brighten my darkest day. And his hugs make me feel so good inside.

I know my boys love me, and for that I am blessed.

After Tyler was born, I realised there’d be no pink frilly dresses or Barbie dolls in this house … and that I’d need to learn to love Batman, trucks and shoot-em-up games.

But honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

There’s no sharing the male affection in this house. It’s all MINE!