Even after having a boy I still stand by my first statement that I ever made about the sex of our child and that was “I really don’t want a girl because I don’t think I could put up with a mini me.” Now before you think that’s totally absurd and point out that my son is a carbon copy of both his parents let me take you back to a 16 year old self whom has more attitude and drama oozing out of her than all soap opera’s put together. I’m amazed that my parents never kicked me out or disowned me because I certainly would have ten times over, and as a parent I am now starting to see the monstrous attitude that comes in little packages. Although my son looks like a little golden angel whom could do no wrong he possess the soul of an evil genius whom will someday take over the world and rid it of all child safety devices.
In the past 3 months the planetary alignments have suddenly shifted and everything in our house which is “mine” is no longer mine. Any food in which I wish to consume can straight away be cut in half and offered to my son, anything like ice cream, yogurt, chocolate and chips shouldn’t even be bothered with. The most random things in the house are now his (since when is my brush yours? You don’t even brush your hair!) Which leads me back to my original statement, if I had a girl she would certainly be stealing my hairbrush and make-up from now until I get her luggage for her 18th birthday, at least with a son this is merely (HOPEFULLY) a case of the “no mine(s).”
(and for the record if I would have had a daughter of course I would have been just as happy/blessed and would have loved her like no other… I would just be putting away a vacation fund for myself to disappear for a while once she hit puberty.)