Heather Hodges

I live in a home of all males. Even the hamsters were boys. I say “were” because not long ago we put the hamster cage on the back porch so that everyone could have some fresh air (especially me.) The next morning the hamsters were gone. In the night, a cat or some other predator knocked the cage over and either emancipated or digested them.

Living in a house of all males has some clear disadvantages: the toilet seat is ALWAYS up, wrestling is an all-day every-day pass time, the noise level of my home is about that of a jet engine or a Creed concert, I now buy band-aids in bulk, the toy arsenal continues to grow, keeping the fridge stocked is an unattainable goal, testosterone and adrenaline flow like a river and I never know who are what is going to jump out of the closet at me.

But when the dust settles and the blood has clotted, the three guys I live with work pretty hard to treat me like a queen. I’m the only woman in their lives and I reap the benefits, hugs and kisses are abundant. Sitting next to me is a coveted spot and I have the honor of being fought over every day. They try to out-do each other to make me laugh, and they each risk their lives to show-off for me. Holding my hand walking across the parking lot is tantamount to getting the biggest scoop of ice cream. In short, my little domain may be loud, messy and sometimes bloody, but at least I get to be the Queen!

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