We had such a great morning this morning...seriously, I couldn't believe how great the boys were this morning. From wake-up time to walking out the door, they were nice to each other and quick to get ready for school. I figured it had to be a sign that a good day was on the horizon.
Enter the roofers. Coppell got hit by some pretty bad tornadoes last spring, so roofers have been going from building to building, replacing the shingles. They sent out a notice in November that this would be happening. Apparently, today was my building's day. I had a killer headache, so I was trying to take a little nap to at least lessen the pounding in my head...until they started up. I swear they were throwing bowling balls at the roof directly above my apartment, and then dancing a little jig in wooden shoes. It might've happened. I wasn't going outside to check.
They pounded and banged and hammered and yelled and threw stuff off the building...and then it was quiet. I fell asleep, and was rudely awakened by more of the same. Stinkin' lunch breaks. I was hoping they had finished my side and had moved on to torture my neighbors. Wishful thinking...
At this point, I knew I needed to go to Target, but I knew I wouldn't make it home in time to meet the school bus, so I made the choice to wait until they got home. I also dreaded letting them know we were going to Target. I just knew it wouldn't go over well.
I bribed them with a snack, they talked me into Icees, and I KNEW this was going to be a real "treat." See, the boys don't get much sugar very often, partly because they rarely ask for it, and partly because they go insane. Against my better judgement, I agreed...and that's when our day went downhill super speedy quick. While at Target, they each (separately) earned a bedtime of 30 minutes earlier than normal.
That's pretty impressive...but once we got home, N did homework, B drove everyone crazy, and I cleaned the kitchen, and peace was (briefly) restored. I made them dinner, and my phone rang. It was a friend I hadn't talked to in forever; the mom of B's best friend from Kindergarten. We were chatting, catching up, and the boys seemed to have forgotten every single piece of phone etiquette I ever taught them. There was fighting, tattling, running, screeching, N pulled B's jeans down which caused screaming and laughter...the list goes on and on and on. It was a nightmare. I stopped what I was doing, and explained their behavior was absolutely wrong, then sent N to shower. When he got out, B was supposed to get in.
But B decided that today would be the day he was afraid of the shower...and of closing the door...and apparently, of taking off his socks. I don't even know. Anything he was asked to do, he was terrified of it. I sent them to bed at 7:15, and then ended up sitting at the foot of B's bed for an additional 10 minutes so he'd stop crying and go to bed.
Where that's coming from, I have no idea.
They don't know it yet, but there won't be any video gaming or ipoding for the rest of the week, as a result of their behavior. I can't wait to be the bearer of bad news tomorrow...
All I know is, I had a delightful rum & coke, and I'm ready to go to bed at 9:24.
I'm pretty sure that's the most pathetic end of a sentence I've ever written...
Aubs
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