Another Saturday Morning and more grey skies and rain is in the forcast for the day. Actually, the entire weekend. The kids will be this afternoon as well as Shauna and Riley. We are going to try to invitations addressed today. You noticed I said try because we will also be trying to keep Riley out of the guinea pigs cage, out of the dogs food and water and pretty much out of whatever it is that she knows she is not supposed to be in. Doesn't matter that there is 1.3 million dollars worth of toys in their rooms just for them to play with. They want my stuff.
And what is about the phone that makes kids think there is a cloak of invisibility or immunity around them that they can do whatever they want whenever you are on it. They can be sitting there on the couch watching their favorite movie (at the moment it's The Chipmunks, The Squeaquel), oblivious to everything. The house could burn down. They wouldn"t know. But OMG! Let me try to talk on the phone and suddenly they are running through the house, climbing the furniture to jump off, playing in the water, fighting and screaming and calling each other "poopheads" and then running to tell me that so & so called me a "poop"! At this point I am like "Yeah, well wait till you hear what I am fixing to call all of you!"
I get off the phone and start yelling at them, mainly I can be heard over them, and obviously I am not happy. They don't know why? They just wanted to watch their movie? Oh God help me, what time do their mothers get off?
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