What I find the most difficult to get used to, now that my boys are not constantly in my hair; competing vocally in volume for my attention; tangled up in my arms; being read to; tickling, teasing, hugging and kissing me; crying, whining, angering at too much homework; asking repeatedly if supper is ready; practising their swearing skills; dumping 10,000 pieces of Lego on the floor and rustling through them for hours for the right pieces; dragging friends through the front door and out the back door over and over again; slamming the front door, leaving the back door open wide; shouting and running from room to room; gathering weapons, armour, and provisions for the dragon adventure they are plotting; yelling to each other while one is on the toilet and the other is keeping a running commentary on the TV show that they are watching, "What's happening now", "Fuck, you just missed the best part", "Oh, shit, I just need to finish wiping my ass. What's happening now?"; singing dirty nasty Scottish drinking songs; playing Alice Cooper records at maximum volume; and practicing Shakespeare lines loud enough to wake the dead, is the silence.Tuesday, June 9, 2009
10, 000 Pieces of Lego
What I find the most difficult to get used to, now that my boys are not constantly in my hair; competing vocally in volume for my attention; tangled up in my arms; being read to; tickling, teasing, hugging and kissing me; crying, whining, angering at too much homework; asking repeatedly if supper is ready; practising their swearing skills; dumping 10,000 pieces of Lego on the floor and rustling through them for hours for the right pieces; dragging friends through the front door and out the back door over and over again; slamming the front door, leaving the back door open wide; shouting and running from room to room; gathering weapons, armour, and provisions for the dragon adventure they are plotting; yelling to each other while one is on the toilet and the other is keeping a running commentary on the TV show that they are watching, "What's happening now", "Fuck, you just missed the best part", "Oh, shit, I just need to finish wiping my ass. What's happening now?"; singing dirty nasty Scottish drinking songs; playing Alice Cooper records at maximum volume; and practicing Shakespeare lines loud enough to wake the dead, is the silence.
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I know what you mean.
Yes it takes quite a while but eventually you appreciate it
I vow to appreciate the noise...at least for today.
you're a poet, woodsy!
Skylark, I knew you'd understand.
Nursemyra, thank you - it's good to know that the "pangs" will go away.
Lynn, enjoy it to the fullest - store away those happy memories.
Jenn G., I am humbled, touched, blushing... thank you.
It's always pretty quiet around here. I'll just miss the presence.
This was one of my favorite readings from last night, Woodsy. I have three little boys so I knew I would enjoy it as soon as you read the title. Like Lynn, I will appreciate the noise while I can.
Amy, thank you...
Hi Woodsy,
Like Amy, I have three little boys at home, and this was one of my favourite readings of the night, too.
I love the chaos (most of the time) and though I crave it sometimes now, I do fear the silence.
Here's my BOLO post... I mentioned you. ;)
i loved your reading at BOLO. you are now on my "to read" list.
i'll buy that lego off of you (seriously)
Amy, I am blushing at your mention of me in your post - thank you. I raised my boys on my own, and I credit their sweet love for who I am today...
Meanie, I mentioned selling the Lego once... I will never dare again. They are young men, who every once in a while invite friends and regress and play Lego. I've decided that the grand kids will also love it. (otherwise it would be yours)
DaniGirl, Thank you - I am honoured. I am starting to enjoy my quiet evenings, but it took about a year... sometimes I actually open the Lego trunk and rustle the pieces around.
I can guess who would be playing the alice cooper records.
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