Ray Romano said it best – having children is like living in a frat house. I have to say, you were spot on, Ray! But you’re missing a few points. No worries. Four years of college provided me with a lot of expertise in areas such as consoling a crying drunk person, convincing your annoying friend that jumping off “that” isn’t safe, and learning to always breathe through your mouth.
Somewhere between donning my cap and gown and watching the word “pregnant” pop up on that little white stick, these things became less fun. But alas, every day is now like being at a permanent frat party, which makes me more than qualified to expand on Mr. Romano’s list, don’t ya think?
Here are 10 more ways in which living with a toddler is like living in a frat house.
- Every wall is covered in stickers and “drawings”
- Mystery spots traverse the carpet
- Weird smells, that you have yet to identify, permeate the house
- There are piles of clothes everywhere and no one is quite sure who they belong to
- Partially nude people are passed out in random spots
- Most everything has been broken and duct taped back together
- There’s random bits of food everywhere
- The neighbors hate you
- There’s always “that” girl crying in a corner
- The couch contains more DNA than the average person
What would you add to this list?