For those keeping score at home, Matt's still in Singapore and I won't be seeing him until the 14th or 15th of October, so I'm doing the Dance of the Single Parent. Which, to be fair, isn't too bad. The boys are great, and it's not like they're toddlers or something.While I miss their toddlerhood, I'd rather do the dance with teenagers.
I don't sleep well when he's not here, and that's what I blame the following on. Lack of sleep. We just finished up the second full week of school and I foolishly agreed to let Corwin have an overnight with some of his friends from his old school. Four of them to be exact. So there are six teenage boys in my house right now.
I'll go ahead and let that sink in for a minute.
Six. Teenage. Boys.
One of them does the best Gollum impression I've ever heard. Seriously, this kid is amazing. However, he won't. stop. talking.
At all.
It's all Gollum all the time. He's now proposing marriage via google video chat to girls from his school. Unsurprisingly, there are no takers.
I just talked to Matt via skype. He's twelve hours ahead us, and he's never been so happy to be working away from home.
EDIT: One of the other kids is now doing Dr. Evil.
It's gonna be a long night.
3 comments:
It HAD to be the lack of sleep that made you agree to six teenage boys. ;)
Having raised teenagers, and survived to be a devious bat, I would suggest you film some of the adventures of the overnighters. You never know when one of them will turn out to be the next computer genius or famous actor, and it never hurts to have a little reminder to share of their teenage escapades.
Plus, it gives you something to do other than watch all that's in your refrigerator and pantry, plus your secret stash of candy bars, disappear into bottomless pit of teenaged boys.
Hugs,
Donna
I hope you survived...
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