|Look ma, a meso-cyclone!|
I caught one kid in the act and hissed, I actually hissed at him, "You let him in, do you hear me? You let him in."
But it was too late and the damage was already done, I wanted to gut-check every one of those kids. Hard. Gaw, they were such little assholes. All I kept thinking was, "Is it wrong to gut-check an eight year old and if so, what would the jail time be? I need to see if I can be away from my kids that long...."
Alex was sad, hurt and confused...a meltdown ensued. We went home but not before we ate our own bread sticks, watched a movie and gave everyone the proverbial middle finger---all out front of the play gym where the party was still going on.
(If you can't click on that because you're at work or if noise is an issue, I get it. They issued a Tornado Warning and I was on the front porch tooling around with the kids.)
And then we lost our minds running down to the basement. We all ran into each other and I would have been laughing, if it weren't for the simple fact we were running for our lives.
Then I had another heart attack when Alex started running back upstairs to protect his i-thing from the tornado.
Then when it was all over, and the tornado fizzled, we went to bed but not before I had this vision of Ryan:
|Why yes, I do believe that would do the trick.|
Thankfully there is nothing on the agenda for this weekend. I suspect the kids will be bored and over it by dinnertime tonight...