Impromptu pool party

Today, I opted to take my boys to the pool for the afternoon, because seriously?  It was absolutely necessary.  I had invited their pals, J & E, but hadn't heard back from their dad, so when my friend Emily volunteered to bring herself and her girls, K & C, over to join us, I said, "Sure!"

Emily and I have been friends since we were in high school.  She actually adopted me as her little sister at one point, and we've been friends ever since.  We take college classes together sometimes, or, at the very least, help each other if one of us has already taken the class the other has signed up for.  It works for us.  Anyway, her girls are younger than my boys, but they've played together very successfully on many a Bonkers playdate, and we've done the whole trick-or-treating thing together, too.

They came over and got in the water, and then I heard from Jeff, who told me they were on their way over, too...hence the impromptu pool party.  We hung out and got wet, dried off, ate snacks, and got wet again.  At one point, J & E accompanied me back to my apartment for more snacks because we ran out of options! 

After a few hours, the guys went home, and Emily and her girls came home with my boys & me to hang out for a little bit.  The kids played video games and cars while Emily and I discussed her history class she's taking this summer...and life in general.  We're very deep, you know.  They left a little later, and my phone beeped.

The boys had invited J & E to spend the night, but their dad was on the fence about it.  He brought them back over to see how they behaved, and planned to make his decision based on the way they played together.  There was a lot of yelling and laughter over the next few hours, but no real issues...until there was.  E had an issue that involved a lot of screaming and yelling.  His dad decided to take him home, but leave J here, which caused an even bigger issue...

And then their mom called to say she wanted both of them to come home.  I opted to be the bearer of bad news...and it didn't go well.  Four little boys had sad faces, and E ran off to pout.  I ran after him, and told him that wasn't allowed in my house.  We.  Don't.  Pitch.  Fits.  I told him to come out so we could talk about other options, and we'd go from there.  So, he did, much to the amazement of his dad, until I told them they couldn't sleep over, but we would reschedule for another night.  And off he went again.  So, I followed him, reminded him we don't pitch fits, and told him if he was going to continue, that I wouldn't let him come over anymore.

He looked at me for a few minutes, then got up and walked out of the room.

Because that's how I do things.

Raaaaaaaaarrr! (Dinosaur impersonation)

Aubs