I Live In A Dorm

A few months ago I lamented about how I possibly missed out on the experience of living on a college campus. Whoever grants wishes must of heard me and next thing I knew, baby Jesus said "You now live in a dorm. You're welcome". I live in a frat house of which I am the mother.
I'm not complaining because god knows it's better than the previous situation and I do find dealing with boys much easier than whiny and emotional girls. I mean, my whiny emotional outbursts are enough for a household. I now live with two 22 year old boys. They're really nice and we get along just fine but I'm 26. I'm too old to live in a dorm.
It's so much more easier living with boys knowing that they are ALL limited in their abilities on a daily basis and in all aspects of life, so when I find a pair of sneakers in the hallway or all my bowls in the sink, I think: That's cool. They're cleaner than most boys I know. It's just a pair of sneakers. At least it's not a week old sandwich underneath the couch.
And, when there's a problem it's so much easier to be able to say, "Dude! That is so not cool!" than have to worry about a females feelings and if she's going to try to steal your boyfriend to get revenge(or take your favorite bamboo cutting board...)
This experience has made me less uptight about things. I'm not really a big fan of sharing which is funny considering that I've had to share my clothes, room, etc. with someone else since I was 2 years old. I've always been in a house full of people surrounded by noise, fighting for control of the remote, and being forced to fall asleep to the sound of Family Guy blaring from the ajacent room. I've always liked my things a certain way and in a certain place and I find it so funny how much we can change in a matter of a few weeks. I like this Natasha. Plus, I'm a fan of playing mother hen so I don't mind having to put the DVD cases back in their right spot on the shelf or having to make sure the plastic bottle goes in the recycling bin. It's like I have 2 teenage sons....who pay rent. And, I don't have to cook for them or give them pocket money for the week. A perfect situation.

The only complaint I have is that they've had more visitors in 5 weeks than I've had in the 8 months I've lived there. I currently have 3 visitors over right now. Thank god the place is big enough to house us all. The girl situation, I will leave for the next blog post. I will say this: I don't know how you men juggle more than 1 girl at a time. I would think that one crazy would be enough for you.