Outnumbered - Living in a House Full of Women

I am a very lucky man. Not only am I married to a wonderful woman but we have three great children together. Of course this leaves me outnumbered. All three of our children are girls. I know that I am not alone in the fact that I am the only man in a house full of women but at times it can be a very lonely place. Don't get me wrong I love my family deeply but there are times when a guy wants to be, well a guy. Between the pinks clothes and baby dolls I sometimes feel like the walls are closing in. I have found my own way of coping with this though.

A lot of women out there to include my wife may not like what I have to say next but it is how I survive. When I start to feel that the estrogen is getting to be too much I will sometimes find reasons to stay a little later at work or find a reason to have to go in early. Another of my favorites is to cut the grass even though there is a landscaping company that cuts it for us. Sometimes I will go out to the garage and start to tinker under the hood of our cars even though I anything but a mechanic. All in the name of trying to save my masculinity.

My wife often tells me that I have the dog on my side but he hardly counts. One he can't take my side in an argument plus he is fixed, and that in my mind means that he is only half on my side. My wife also, laughs at the thought of all of our daughters during the teen years. It tickles her to no end that I am going to be manipulated out every penny that I make. Sometimes though, I do get some pity from my wife. She regrets that all of them will at some point in my life get their period close together if not at the same time.

Ladies, I have a simple request. If you have a husband, brother or father who is also outnumbered be kind. Ask them for help opening a jar, even if you don't need it. And as tempting as it may be to taunt and manipulate just be straight forward with the men in your lives. Remember that as men we do not wear our emotions on our sleeves and will definitely appreciate a little reminder that we are the men, the protectors and providers. At least in our minds anyway. Oh, and to make matters worse my wife and I are expecting our fourth child in September, and you guessed it, it is a girl!

On a more serious note I like to believe that I have been given girls because it takes a strong, loving man to be father to them. Some of the best moments in my day are when I walk in the door all three of them come running calling out for hugs and kisses. That in my mind makes the pink clothes and baby dolls worth it.