Josh had a sleepover this weekend with two of his best friends, Johnny and Ariel (yes, that's a guy). Sounds like fun right? I thought so too, at first. But, as they say, hindsight is 20/20.
Consider, if you will, who occupied my home for three days: 3 fourteen year old boys, a 5 year old boy, a 4 year old boy, a 40 year old man (who sometimes acts like a 14 year old boy), 2 dogs, 2 cats and me. You may think you know but you have no idea. I thought I knew but I was wrong.
First, I failed to realize just how much 14 year old boys can eat. They eat a lot. A LOT. Huge, massive quantities of food go into their gullets....constantly. They are NEVER full......NEVER. I went to the grocery store on Friday in preparation for this event. I have to go back again today. And the funny part is that the skinniest one, Ariel, the one who looks like he has bones poking through his skin, ate the most. Where did he put it? Does he have two stomachs??
Second, I failed to realize just how much energy teenagers have. My little ones have energy, this is true;HOWEVER, they cannot compare to the boundless energy these young men have. Seriously, these guys would go to bed at 2 a.m. and be back up at 6 a.m. ready to roll. Just when I thought sleep deprivation had left me for a while.
Third, I also didn't realize what it would be like competing for computer time with 3 teenage boys, not to mention phone time. I have a cordless phone that in all the time I have had it has never had the battery die. It did this weekend. Truthfully, I could leave my phone off the charger for 3 days (and I have) and it would be fine. This weekend, after marathon phone calls to "girlfriends" and homies, my poor phone needs a 24 hour nap.
Add all of this to the regular routine of one 14 year old, a 5 year old and a 4 year old (not to mention the dogs and the cats and the husband) and my house looks like someone just tried to beat it to death. My house literally looks tired. And then consider the two boys that came over are as different as night and day. Johnny is a lady killer who talks all the time. Ariel is a shy guy who sees dead people. (Really, he does...just like Rachel. What is it with me knowing people who see dead people? Suddenly I'm feeling very much like Bruce Willis in "The Sixth Sense")
So, where I would normally consider Saturday to be my "day off", not this week. This week Tuesday is my Saturday and that's all there is to it.
They were loud, they were hungry, they were boisterous. They taught my children how to belch louder and how to run through the house at breakneck speed without falling. I got no sleep, refereed wrestling matches between them and my husband, played more video games than I ever thought possible and delved far too deeply into the minds of teenage boys. (Some things that teenagers are thinking adults really don't need to know about.)
I am sore, I am hoarse, I am exhausted.
And I can't wait to do it again. :)
Peace allllllll.................
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3 comments:
Oh! I feel for you! I can't imagine having that much testosterone in one house, let alone 3 doses of 14 year old testosterone!
Rest dear. Rest.
We know you love it Sprinkle! Sounds like a weekend with our eight grandchildren, ages 18 to 5. Yes and I can't ever wait to do it all again either. Food disappears as if by magic rather than consumption. Whoosh....no more.
Sheesh. I think it would creep me out just to hang around someone who thinks they see dead people.
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