Fortune Telling

There are three women in our household.  One is simply going through an emotional phase and another is going through terrible twos. 

No, I'm not either one of those.  If you count the dog, dad of the year is simply outnumbered! 

Our nights are often filled with no-no's, random screaming, incessant use of shirt tugging followed by "mom...mom...mom...mom", searching for homework and tripping on shoes left in the middle of the kitchen. 

While it's hectic and loud, I can't imagine it any other way.  Ask dad of the year, and he'd simply like a little less emotion, or as he refers to it - estrogen. 

I'm what some may refer to as a child of the '80s.  If growing up loving Madonna music, remembering the Challenger explosion and knowing what jelly shoes are makes you a child of the '80s, then I guess I am.  Although maybe the use of the world child is pushing it.  But, we don't know each other well enough yet to talk age. 

Another memory of the '80s is the Magic 8 Ball.  Daughter of the year No. 1 has a cute Hello Kitty Magic 8 Ball spin-off.  This one is designed so you simply click the kitty's bow and the answer appears on the bottom.  No shaking necessary.  Aha!  However, in true Magic 8 Ball fashion, you never seem to get the response for which you were hoping.

Dad of the year encountered this recently.  When the Hello Kitty Magic 8 Ball was found while cleaning out toys, we all took turns asking silly questions.  Dad's question was nothing short of expected. 

"Will the amount of estrogen in this house ever lessen?" he asked. 

I quickly snapped this photo because a picture truly is worth a thousand words.  Let me see what I can do about that while on my endless pursuit for mom of the year.  All while combating the terrible twos with no-nos, curbing random screaming, stopping long enough to halt the shirt tugging, placing homework in the orange folder to return to school and tripping on shoes left in the middle of the kitchen.