The Storms A Brewin’

We’re not talking tornados, hurricanes or flash floods. 

Nope, I’m just talking about a completely different kind of storm.  And it pretty much stinks.

Last week was a typical week.  Big T comes home from school, grabs himself a snack and does his homework.  Right afterwards he usually comes and sits next to me on the couch and does some reading. 

As soon as he walked by me I smelled something funny.

My mind immediately thought he stepped in something so I had him take his shoes off.  Check the bottom and there was nothing *whew* thank goodness.

But the smell was still there. 

So we had to check INSIDE his shoes and while it wasn’t the most pleasant smell in the world…what shoe, or foot for that matter of an 8 year old boy is?....it still wasn’t THE smell I was smelling.

I couldn’t figure it out.  I thought maybe our dog Kona tracked something in.  So there I am on my hands and knees smelling the carpet in our family room.  Nothing.

Then Big T walked by me again and I knew without a doubt that it was something ON HIM.  But what?  And more importantly, WHERE was it!!!

I started smelling his clothes and *DING, DING, DING, DING* we have a winner!!

My 8 year old boy had BO! 

He’s only EIGHT!  But man that kid’s smell under his armpits could rival that of any grown male.

So I thought it was because he played soccer at all three recesses that day made sure he took a good LONG shower that night and brushed it off. 

Until the next day, when the same smell came walking through my door after school.

*sigh*

So my 8 year old boy has started wearing deodorant!  I can’t believe it!  Did I mention he was only 8?  I did?  Well I mean really….he’s only 8!

So here we are.  We are at the beginning of the smelly phase of boyhood.  The smells are only going to get worse from here on out and I’m not ready.  I’m really, really not ready!  Because soon Sweet Pea will start with the smells and Buggy will follow him.

I will be surprised if the paint is still on the walls in 8 years. 

I’m going to have to lock myself in my bedroom with millions of Lilac, Roses and pieces of clean laundry just to keep my nose hairs from burning off.

Time to stock up on deodorant and mouth wash and athletes foot powder and goodness knows what else! 

Costco here I come!

How do you handle the “stinky” parts of motherhood?