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.
Showing posts with label sweet monsters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sweet monsters. Show all posts
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.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I Survived a Zombie Invasion
On Sunday I heard strange noises in my little bathroom. When I looked in I found five zombies all admiring themselves and each other in the mirror.What sweet monsters, I thought.
It seems that if you clap your hands in glee and smile with approval, and then offer to take their picture, you have a 100% chance of surviving a zombie invasion.
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