Where The Hell Did My Dude-Mojo Go?
Monday, June 28, 2010 at 8:07AM This past weekend the wife tossed the kids and all their accoutrements in the car and drove 18 hours to Greensboro, North Carolina to spend the week with our family. I just started a new job in March, so I haven’t earned enough vacation time to where I could take a week off to join in on the trip. So…I was left behind.
I was stoked to be thrown in a spot where I’d have a solid week alone. I’ll admit, when they first drove down the street, I was sad. My daughter had cranked out a cute little picture and my son telling me how much he’d miss me was still ringing in my ears.
I walked back in the house, put on some coffee, walked upstairs, peed, then started to put the seat down when I realized, “what the hell are you doing man?
I immediately threw the seat back up with authority and walked out of the bathroom a new man.
It was time to be a freakin’ dude again. Storming down the stairs with a mission I walked in the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and quickly found myself sidetracked by all the dirty dishes. Immediately I started cleaning. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the counters, and ten minutes later found myself wiping down all the cabinets with cleaner.
Who the hell had I become? I had an entire house to myself and all I could do was think about dropping toilet seats and having a clean kitchen.
Fortunately the World Cup, USA vs. Ghana game was coming on. But it didn’t get any better. By half time I was drinking white wine and standing on my front doorstep wondering what flowers I should buy for the new front flowerbed I had made.
Instance after instance I found myself doing non-dude stuff.
Finally, I’d had enough. So I went down to the basement, watched porn, then laced up my running shoes and went out for a run. Refreshed and ready to get my man-mojo back, I showered, didn’t shave, and left the deodorant right where it was sitting.
Twenty minutes later I was drinking red wine, eating brie and crackers and watching the news. Now I’d apparently turned 80.
That’s when I decided to just embrace who the hell I’ve become. So what if I plan on spending a couple hours in the garden. So what if I look in the mirror and criticize my body every time I get out of the shower. So what if a tiny tear appeared in my eye at the end of Toy Story 3.
I’m still going to fart, drink beer, watch a few baseball games, run, and check out women at the grocery store. Cause I AM a dude damn it.
I’m a dude with a wife and kids who have apparently spent many dark nights slowly pumping small amounts of estrogen in me while I sleep.
Reader Comments (10)
Check between your toes for the needle marks.
I think you better check your ipod.. for subliminal messages... wives are sneaky like that ;)
See, life really is better on the other side of the veil!
I cried when Andy gave all the toys away....no worries
Just remember:
WE"RE MEN! WILL KILL BEARS! WE POOP WITH THE DOOR OPEN!
That mantra will get your dude mojo back into full gear.
I love your blog!! You crack me up!! Do all us women a favor, invite some men over and let a little of that Estrogen Rub off on them?!
I have a whole box of Tampax Super Plus and overnight pads with odor shield and wings if you want to pick them up.
Suck it up princess ;)
we all eventually turn into our partners...
can you drop me a line at the dirty mommy club - i have a proposal for you ;o)
stephanie@dirtymommyclub.com
YES, it feel so good to know that I'm not alone. The tears fell a bit at the end of the movie. Luckily for me, the 3D glasses shielded me from the embarrassment!