(If you aren’t singing that Motley Crue song in your head right now then clearly your hair was not poofy enough once upon a time.)
So girls. I don’t have any. Not normally. But last night I got two on loan. (Two of the three most adorable small females on the planet, I might add.) They’re mine until Wednesday.
I put their suitcase and goodies in the middle of the bathroom floor last night. And this morning Husband had to step over the “pink glitter explosion” to get to his sink. He had a very confused look on his face. Like he was blinded by the sparkles. It was the same look that my three sons had when said two princesses came downstairs this morning in their sequin cheerleader outfits. Like there were so many bright shiny things…they didn’t know where to look. It was quite comical.
I had big plans for my 48 hours with females. But they all got flushed down the toilet because two of mine are Sick. Sick. Sick. And one won’t let me leave the couch because he wants to be in my lap all day. So I’m kind of bummed about that.
But still glad they are here. My sister said on the phone to me last night, “Ohhhh! Watch out. Those boys are so going to want a sister now.” Too late. They’ve already been begging for a sister for over two years. They want a sister so bad I am a little afraid they will resent me later in life for their lack of one.
It’s always a possibility that we might end up with a girl one day. I’m not ruling that out. But truth be told, I don’t want any for keeps. I like them for play. And then I want to send them back. Girls scare me. I know what they will one day turn into – teenage girls. And teenage girls have to be the scariest thing on the planet. I am shuddering at the thought. I really don’t think I can do that and survive intact. So boys it is.
However, we’ve never requested a gender when we’ve adopted. And I don’t know what our future adoptions will look like. So I’m cautiously aware that there may be girls in my future. (Which would delight EVERYone except me. We have no nieces in our family – only nephews on both sides. Boys are what we do.)
Gulp.
Anyway, I’m so, so thankful that these girls’ mama trust me with her angels. And thankful they are here and having a fine time. And thankful that my 5 year old (the healthy one) has a playmate while his brothers moan on the couch. And thankful that I get to be a part of their lives. Because this is how I get my girl-fix. The glitter, the twirls, the screeching, the sparkles…and then I get to send it home. Because I’m too much of a chicken to try to do that myself.
