Life with Boys

Living with 4 boys is an interesting experience.  I never really know what each day will bring.  I still laugh when I think about the scene I came home to the other day:
I walked into the house, and all of the boys were there.  One of them was in his room studying, the other was in his room on the computer, and one of them was sitting watching TV having soup straight from the pan it was cooked in.  The kitchen looked like a hurricane hit it (let's be honest though, it looks like that every day).  There was food all over the floor, dirty dishes and wrappers all over the living room, mail strewn across the room, an overflowing trashcan dropping items onto the floor, and two day old food sitting on the stove still.  Some days when I come home to this I feel like crying, some days I feel like throwing something at someone (it would be easy to find something to throw considering there is trash everywhere), and some days it just makes me want to laugh.

I always wonder if they notice the mess or if they just don't care about it.  Maybe it's both.  But when I am coming home at night and feeling blah, sometimes it just takes looking at them all gathered around the couch watching The Office and laughing to make me feel a little more at ease.  Ok, so the house is a disaster, I'm pretty sure there is salmonella crawling around the kitchen counters, and I will never feel 100% comfortable there, but at least they make me laugh.