The sugar high continues

Since the boys only had school until 12:30, I wasn't sure what state they would be in when they got home.  B asked me to come eat lunch with him, and I intended to, but once I got to the office, they said they were just having lunch in their classrooms, so I went to tell him I'd see him after school instead.  He already had a bit of a gleam in his eye at this point, and they hadn't started lunch yet.

Oh boy.

When they got home, N charged in the door at least 5 minutes before B, so I prepared myself for the worst.  It came in the form of something that went a little like this:

"HIMOMI'MHOMEFROMSCHOOLANDIDON'THAVETOGOBACKFOR17DAYS
ANDIT'S4DAYS'TILCHRISTMASANDIHADASRPITEANDARINGPOPANDA
CANDYCAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

God help us all.

They were both ridiculously irritating, so I made them go outside, back down the stairs, do 15 jumping jacks, and then come back in so we could start their Christmas break again.  N only needed to do this once.  B, on the other hand, needed to start over several times, and then (I suspect) he just liked going out and jumping around and coming back in.  Final tally?  N: 1 restart, B: 17.

I let N work off some of his grounded time by helping me straighten up, so then I sent them out to ride scooters while I finished laundry.  I lead such an exciting life.  I went outside to check on them and saw B attempting to swing his scooter over his head like you would a battle ax or a tomahawk or something.  So, I did what every good parent would do...I yelled at him.  This is not his first offense.  He does it regularly, jumping off or kicking it up and nearly hitting someone with it 9 times out of 10.

One of their friends came over to see if they wanted to go to the playground instead, so they took off.  Twenty minutes later, B and two of N's friends come racing inside...just as I'm wrapping the last two presents (one for B, and the other one is something "the boys" got me) screaming, "N's hurt!  N's hurt bad!"  Being the person I am, I freak out, and take off running.  They said he wiped out on his scooter and landed on his arm and slid across the pavement.  Awesome.  All three of those things are my favorite...especially when I turn the corner and see the kid in the middle of the "road" going through the apartment complex.  He was on his stomach and his left arm was the injured arm...the same arm that got broken in two places by a much larger boy at daycare in 1st grade.

I get over there, and drag him out of the traffic path, and notice his left knee and arm are all skinned up, and his left pinky (pinkie if you wanna go all Scottish) was swollen.  Super!  It was a long walk/hobble home, and as we walked, he sniffled and told me why he wiped out.  See, he was trying to get as far away from B as possible...because B kicked up his scooter (like he isn't supposed to) and hit a car 'causing the flippin' car alarm to go off.  Long story short, B's grounded from scooters for life at my house (which he probably won't care about anyway after he gets his electric scooter from his dad's house, don't even get me started on that one), N is skinned, but fine, and I really needed a drink.

Instead, I made dinner and we went to get hot chocolate before heading to the historic part of Farmers Branch for Holiday Lane.  While we were waiting for our hot chocolate, we ran into a guy I went to high school with; he was sitting maybe 10 feet from us, feeding his baby girl a bottle.  That happens a lot when you move back to the town you graduated from...  It's been a long time.  It's a park that they decorate every year, and the boys love it.  If you haven't been, and you're around this area, you should definitely go.  Santa stops to talk to each car at the end and passes out candy canes.  We discussed his favorite cookies (sugar) and the best snacks for reindeer (carrots and oatmeal). 

We got home just in time to change into pjs (N & me; B wore his and slippers to Holiday Lane) and turn on The Santa Clause.  I realized, maybe 20 minutes into it, that B had never seen it in its entirety, and man...he was glued to the screen like nobody's business.  He was also hacking up a storm.  A couple of puffs of his inhaler and a coke later, he was feeling much better.  I always get glares when I give my kid coke at random times, but when he's having asthma issues, it really does help.

We finished the movie, and now they're in their beds and I have mine back.  And here I sit, in the exact middle of the bed, leaning against six pillows that belong to nobody but me.

And I don't have to share if I don't want to...so there!

Aubs