Raising 4 sons is a crazy job. Basically I live in a house where if you don’t hear anything, either we’re not home, everyone’s asleep, or I’ve been captured by these wild creatures I call ‘my boys’ (Help!)
This is not a life for the faint of heart!
- You must be able to talk on the phone while simultaneously tuning out a reenactment of Stars Wars and be able to supply costumes at a moments notice.
-Knowing how to cook large quantities is a must! Growing boys eat!! It takes two shopping carts to go shopping for a week of groceries. Yesterday at breakfast we went through 15 waffles, 5 bananas, and half a gallon of milk. You do the math!
-Be prepared to answer all manner of questions in the subjects of anatomy, chemistry, physics, astronomy, history, paleontology, botany, and movie trivia. As well as a working knowledge of math, first aid, and knock knock jokes.
-Be able to tolerate strange smells and noises. A strong gag reflex is not required but is highly recommended.
-You must know how to use “Drill Sargeant ” voice and know how to give “the look”.
- You must have an affinity for animals, especially dogs, bugs and anything with a tail.
-This job comes with a lifetime supply of rocks, sticks, hotwheels, army men, and Legos…to be randomly distributed between the washing machine, your purse and the floor.
-Experience in dare devil activities, building, mad science, house cleaning, stain removal, boo-boo kissing and bear hugs is recommended.
I love my job! I love my boys!
Soli Deo Gloria
Barbara A. Ensley
Barbara A. Ensley
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