Blessings and Pleasures

Friday became the ultimate day of the realization that I live in a house full of testosterone. Yes - dirty socks, smelly feet, and stinky arm pits. I spent an entire day watching college basketball and scratching through my brackets (well some of them).

After spending the day watching basketball with my husband (and secretly praying for my teams to win), I spent the rest of the evening watching a knock down, drag out, all out gun fight, and bad guy movie with my teen boys.

We all gathered in my bedroom finding the most comfortable spot with feet hanging off chairs, pillows on floors, and snacks in hand. Over time the room began to smell. I didn't care (well maybe at first).

The movie started and off we went with the usual comments of one son's "Yeah!" and the other's "This is stupid!" When you have one son who looks for the action and the other who looks for the moral or purpose of the movie then I guess that is expected. After the snacks and pillow throwing, the belching, farting, and laughter came only this time they couldn't blame the odor on the dog. (we had to put him to sleep a few months ago)

I grabbed my cheeks, rubbed my head, and said to myself, "My Word!"

After rubbing my head raw and the tension out, I actually became very interested in the movie with my own shouts of "Oh No!" and "That was nuts!" At one point heads popped up, turned my way, and my sons said, "Mom! Calm down!" I realized that I had become as involved in the movie as I had in the basketball - shouting insane things, praying desperate prayers for help, and feeling as if I had completely lost my mind! The tension was too much!

Never-the-less, I took in my two sons looking like rag dolls thrown throughout my room and thought, "What a beautiful fixture." I reflected back on my day and determined that I wouldn't have changed a thing. I actually began to thank God for stinky arm pits, smelly feet, and whoops and hollers. I thanked God for basketball brackets, surprising last minute wins, and the ability to compete with my husband. I thanked God for the most unusual things and the things that I probably would not have thanked him for in the past. I found that I could find blessings and pleasures in the strangest things.

However, when my husband returned home that night from his adventure, he asked, "How was your evening with the boys?" I shared that I had a great "manly day" but now - "I need a chic flick!"

He laughed and I nestled down in a quiet place to find the perfect movie that only a female would enjoy - where at first glance men scatter and women are left smiling. Yes - Thank you God for blessings and pleasures in what some men would call "the strangest things."