My kids are done with school for the summer.
The little Davises are the best. They’re cute and cuddly and funny. But they’re also loud, and whiny, and fighty-with-each-other.
And I’m an introvert.
I mean, I like people, but I like them in controlled doses, separated by healthy intervals of being left alone. And kids are like people times 200.
The movies they watch sing the same song every 5 minutes. Loudly. And they watch them on constant repeat, while they bounce on the couch and invade each other’s space, resulting in vociferous complaining.
And when that gets dull, they run upstairs and play soccer. In the house. Until someone falls down the stairs. Loudly.
Every 30 minutes, they demand snack. And lunch. And snack.
And they want to do stuff:
“Mommy! Can we go to the park!!!” (At 9AM, when I’m in my PJ’s.)
“Can we go to Anabelle’s house?” (Sure, kids. We’ll just invite ourselves over. When it’s still 9AM and I’m still in my PJ’s.)
“Let’s go to the splash park!” (It’s 65 degrees out and all the swimsuits are in the laundry.)
“Are we going somewhere tonight? We NEVER go anywhere.” (Lies.)
“Let’s go ride bikes! Let’s draw chalk! Can I get the play-doh out? I want to paint! Let’s get the trains out of the very back of the closet! Can we have ice cream?”
I’m a little out of my introvert comfort zone.
But I’m adapting. Because I can go in my room, fold laundry, and watch a movie on my laptop with ear-buds in. It almost feels like I’m alone. Almost.
Until someone pokes their head in and asks for a popsicle.
You should have home schooled the kids for twice as much fun!
Very entertaining article.