Double the Boys, Half the Vigilance
Nope, I'm in the right universe after all. *sigh*
My house was quiet, though, for about half an hour. It's because the kids are tired. We've had company for the past two and a half days: two of my best friends, Betsy and Denni, and Betsy's two boys - Zach (9) and Cole (4). We all had a blast. The kids ran around like wild men, and took advantage of our near-complete lack of vigilance (what? There were old pictures and Facebook to look at, and cake to
When you double the usual amount of little boys in a house, it stands to reason that the amount of minor fiascos doubles as well. So among other things, we dealt with the following:
- A shattered glass
- A poopy diaper removed (unbeknownst to Mommy) and left on the floor ... with a "recycled" raisin beside it
- An arm stuck in the pool table
- A head stuck in a toy baby carrier
- A broken Slip-n-Slide
- The baby knee-deep in the toilet ... and three little witnesses who didn't do a thing to stop him
- A pair of mysteriously pee-saturated underwear that nobody would claim
- An overflowing bathtub
- A minor scratch, "helpfully" covered with multiple Band-Aids
This is to say nothing of the screaming disputes over toys (usually the one little stupid thing that nobody's interested in until ONE of them wants it - then it's suddenly a hot commodity), the incessant tattling (seriously, it was as if they were getting paid to do it), and the constant barrage of complaints about someone (cough*Colin*cough) who, as usual, wouldn't keep his pants on.
All in all though, I had a fabulous, much-needed visit with my girls, and the kids got some fun interaction with their friends. Who can beat a Slip-n-Slide on a humid summer day?
(Cameron would have been in the picture too, but he was busy splashing in the resulting puddles with a baseball bat.)
The best part, besides a slight restoration of my sanity? My kids are worn out from two days of constant running and playing/no naps/poor nutrition ("You want Pop-Tarts for dinner? ... Okay,"). Maybe now they'll sleep right through the crack of dawn - at least for the next day or two. Hey, a girl can dream!