Honestly, I'm pretty sure my boys wanted to kill me almost as much as I wanted to kill them today. Nobody wanted to do anything, but everybody was bored. There was a lot of Nerf gunning and army playing.
At one point, B and I went outside so he could ride his scooter and I could supervise (per an email from the management company to all residents about scooter riding), but as soon as I got out there and settled into my new hot pink chair, it started to rain.
Bummer.
That's probably how B and I ended up in my bed watching episodes of "The Unit" on CLOO. Yes, I know. That show is entirely appropriate for a 7 year-old. But, y'all? He was fascinated. And who can blame him? The Allstate guy's voice is pretty dang hypnotic.
I mean...if you ask me.
N went over to Justin's for the night, which was probably a good thing because he really wanted friends to come over, and I knew they couldn't. Sometimes it really sucks to have to be a grown-up and deny your child and yourself what you want simply to keep the peace.
You know what I'm talking about...
At dark o'clock, B decided he couldn't sleep in his room. He freaked out. Loudly. And frequently. For no real reason, honestly. He did it last night, too. He freaked out, came into my room super early to wake me up, I growled at him to go eat breakfast, and 20 minutes later, he was in my bed...fast asleep.
Let's hope he does that again tomorrow morning. You know...if he decides to freak out again.
Aubs
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