In college I always had girl roommates (naturally) and while we could easily create a messy apartment, it was never "boy" worthy.
Weekly, if not daily I run into
I know I live with a boy when, while cleaning the bathroom, I'm scrubbing the porcelain throne and look up to see outlines of hand prints on the wall. As in, if I were standing up while peeing and needed to brace myself against a nice wall, handprints.
As we can all assume I don't stand while using the restroom, it must the boy I live with.
And let's not get me started with how large the toilet bowl is, and the fact that said "stander upper" tends to "miss". Alright, enough.
I know I live with a boy when his white socks started turning off-white with a hue of blue from the denim jeans he was washing them with. Yep all clothes get washed together, no sorting.
Thankfully this boy's wife stepped in and his socks are back to pearly white. Thanks Clorox!
I know I live with a boy when after a delicious crock pot meal has been simmering all day, my helpful husband serves the above soup with a measuring cup. No need to mention that we have multiple fully functioning ladles.
Rough and tough:
I know I live with a boy when I can no longer leave glass pieces or delicate anything within 2 inches of the end of a cabinet. I cannot count the number of things that have fallen off counters, entry tables, TV stands etc due to my burly husband and the space he needs to "burl" around.
King of large portions:
I know I live with a boy when I make a large dinner which should last us multiple meals and it only lasts as a dinner for two and his lunch the next day. Never mind the recipe states I will have 6 portions to go around. I have a hungry growing (muscles he says) man.
Does this ring a bell for anyone who has or does live with a boy? As I am 110% thankful for my man, goodness they are made differently! And you know what? Thats exactly how it was meant to be!