Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Dear next door neighbors of 4502....

Last night was one of those nights where I end up wanting to hide in my bedroom closet with a bottle of wine hoping they don't find me.

It all started out okay-ish. The kids had soccer practice, which always makes for a hectic evening, so I told them in no uncertain terms as they were walking out the door for school yesterday that they were to have ALL their homework finished by the time I picked them up...or death would be imminent.

Of course they said they would, and that's exactly what they didn't do.

Despite that, I managed to not throw myself from the roof, got the kids to practice, and prepared for the long evening filled with loads of laundry and 4th grade math.
Once they were home, I sat them right down and made them get started. Things went relatively smoothly after that...until....

During all that homework and reading, Alexander didn't want to eat dinner. I sat it right down in front of him at dinner time and he just said "I'm not hungry, I just want to read".

Not one to look THAT gift horse in the mouth, I let it go. By the time 9:00 rolled around, he had finished reading and was in the basement watching TV with Clifford. No mention of dinner, which had since been moved to the fridge. The kitchen was closed.

I called both of the kids up to go to bed, and they went. 10 minutes later I go up to tuck them in and Alexander was boo-hooing about his stomach hurting.

Me: "You'll be fine. just go to sleep." (sensitive, I know)
Alexander: "But it really hurrrrts."
Me: "Funny, it didn't hurt earlier, and actually it didn't hurt until I walked into this room to tuck you in." (Bluff called) "Go to sleep".

So I go back downstairs....Alexander then proceeds to throw the most bitter, angst-ridden tantrum. Screeching that he was "starving to death" and that I wouldn't "let him eat dinner" blah blah blah.

At this point, it's 9:45 and all I waned to do was go bury myself in the back yard.

Alexander screamed and yelled to the point I was convinced the neighbors would be moving out today. And I let him know that he would end up owing them an apology, which was my attempt to shut him up. He would rather be quiet than have to face the neighbors apologizing for acting like a 4 year old.

Too bad it didn't work. What did was Richard taking video of this little meltdown and threatening to share it with the entire Facebook and YouTube communities. So basically the world.
He finally just quit and went to sleep.

Hope you learned your hungry little lesson, Alexander. I'm not running a 24-hour diner.

This morning we were all up at a decent time and it wasn't a total disaster despite being up late due to all that drama. The boys were getting ready for school and Alexander comes upstairs and hands me a note and says "can I go put this on the neighbors' door?"

Dear Next door Neighbors of 4502

I am very sorry about the disturbense
of your home. I am sorry for being
loud. I promise this will not happen again.

P.S. I'm sorry for all the noise.

Sincerly
Alexander for from 4500



Occasionally, they surprise us.

Of course we said he didn't need to actually put the note on the door, but it was very nice that he wrote it all by himself. And if he feels the need to screech like that again, he can live in the back yard.

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