A week ago I started to blog about my chaotic childhood (Raised in Chaos… 7 Females = NOISE) with SEVEN women under one roof, leaving my poor daddy the lone male. Then as usual, I went off on a tangent. Well now we are BACK!
Quick recap: My parents had four GIRLS in 4 YEARS (of which I am the oldest)! Not only that, but by age 8 both of my widowed grandmothers moved in with us, making SEVEN women in our home. You can just imagine how the Estrogen and hormones did flourish (there’s our Daily Post prompt) in our home. To those of you dealing with a teenage daughter, IMAGINE FOUR at ONCE. Yep, the poor adults dealt with the raging hormones of FOUR PUBESCENT girls.
Some people say that women who are together a lot tend to have the same… cycle (OH YES, I AM going there). Yep, “Aunt Flow” came to visit everyone at the SAME time. This invariably meant that the week BEFORE… (UNaffectionately known as the week of the PMS) was full of yelling (even more than the usual Sicilian volume), crying and cat fights. Ahh good times.
Oh WAIT… I ALMOST forgot one key thing: just as the youngest was starting puberty, my mother was THROWN into menopause! YEP! Mom was diagnosed with some serious health problems, which resulted in several “lady parts” getting kicked out, throwing her into IMMEDIATE (and violent) menopause. It was so bad that dad decided to refer to it to “mental pause” since she about lost her mind. Four pubescent daughters AND a menopausal wife?! Good Times (sarcasm font)!
Even before the “mental pause” my mom tended to be a hothead and an Energy Nazi, so the thermostat was NEVER set above 64 in our home…EVER. After the “mental pause” began, while in the midst of losing her keys, mom was so hot that she tended to run around the house shirtless. Meanwhile, everyone else in the house donned four layers of clothing, two blankets and multiple sets of socks in an effort to stave off FROSTBITE.
Granted, there were some good things to having 3 sisters close in age:
- If someone was bugging you in school, you always had a sister on your side.
- In case of emergency, SOMEONE had clean clothes you could borrow.
- There was always someone around to talk who could relate what you were going through.
- With that many sisters, one was bound to agree with you.
- There was always a razor in the shower.
Ironically many of the good things we also the source of major annoyances:
- If you got in trouble at school, your sisters made sure your parents knew.
- Mom and dad thought it was cute dress us all alike. It STOPPED being cute at 8, and mom tried until we were 14.
- Since mom bought all of us the same clothes, chances were pretty high that at least one other sister was at least partially wearing the same outfit.
- There was ALWAYS someone around. No privacy. Ever.
- With that many sisters, one was bound to disagree with you.
- Someone was always using my razor.
Yep, growing up was never boring! Although I didn’t appreciate my family when I was younger, I sure do now.it much more now than I did as a child… well all except the Mental Pause.
P.S. We’ve had some new readers join the NutHouse, and many of you ask, “Meg, why the title?” To answer this burning question, I have added my first Blog, “Just SHAVE your LEGS!” to the top menu. That should help life make more sense. 🙂