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Mr. BigDog and I have been married for quite some time now, and our girls are now 14 and 16 years old. That makes Mr. BD the only man in the house, unless you count our dog, who was fixed when we got him. In the past, this hasn’t really been a big problem, but now that the girls are older, nature is really working against him.
Not having grown up with sisters, Mr. BD is pretty clueless when it comes to the idiosyncrasies of teenage girls. I feel bad for him, like when he can’t understand their unexpected moodiness that sometimes takes him by surprise. On other occaisons, he’s ready for it. He’s a great observer, and he’s finally figured out a strategy for himself: Defensive Shopping.
In case you haven’t lived in a houseful of women, something you may not know is that the longer women are around each other on a regular basis, such as sharing a house, the more likely they are to have their menstrual cycles start to match up. Periods are scary enough for most men, but you get three women going at or around the same time in the same house, and all hell’s gonna break loose.
Our 16 year old displayed a particularly unusually tart tounge the other night in a fit of fight-picking, so I figured she was starting up soon. I didn’t mention this to Mr. BD, since I didn’t think it was relevant at the time. Today, my cramps started up, and I was also not in the best mood. This evening, our youngest mentioned she needed products, since she was expecting to start in the next day or so. It’s like watching the perfect storm form before your eyes.
Mr. BD, apparently observing all this from his perch of testosterone, sensed danger in the pack. He took action. Mr. BD went to the store and wisely stocked up on ice cream (3 flavors), hot fudge, whipped cream, sundae nuts, caffinated coffee, Midol, and the required products we’d all need over the next week. All of this without a word from me. And then, tonight he said he was planning to get the house clean and the laundry done tomorrow. It’s like the Perfect Husband Fairy has visited my house.
I wonder if he resembles the Snack Fairy from those TV commercials.
Anyway, with disaster diverted for one month, we’re all happily self-medicating and hopefully look forward to a quiet week.