So, my family and I have been staying with a friend and her son for about 2 weeks now, and it has been great. Honestly, I was scared before we moved in. I mean, friends are friends, but you don’t really know someone until you have lived with them. They could be nasty pigs who don’t clean up after themselves, assholes in the morning (this is my husband), use up all the hot water, bitch if you eat the last Oreo cookie, or be some sort of serial toenail clipper who does that nasty shit in front of you. But my friend is none of these things. I would have to say that her worst habit is getting me out of bed in the morning with this gigantic smile on her face with a bottle of energy drink in hand.
“Get up! C’mon K., we’ve got things to do!!!”
This kills me. But it’s been great. We get along well, go to work at the same time, my hubby has been put to work fixing things in her house, the kids are all playing together well….wait. Damn. I knew there was a catch. These boys are the evil of my eye.
I’m telling you. These boys are terror in motion. A hurricane has nothing on them when they are together. And it’s not just boys having fun. It’s a lot of “Moooooom!!! Jaidon pushed me!!!”
“Moooom! Ethan hit me!”
Or we will walk into the bedroom and they will have the entire bed taken apart as they do belly flops onto their new gymnastic mat/slide/jungle gym.
It is an adventure every single day, let me tell you. Yesterday they opened up their new toy guns, because everyone knows that every little boy is a “bad guy” and they proceeded to Wild West all of us in a manner befitting Colonol Mustard in the dining room.
These boys are my loves. They were born one day apart and are best friends, yet worst enemies. I believe that they will remain friends for life, even though we are moving out of Texas in less than 2 weeks.
Let’s face it. Some people come into your life for only a little while, but some come into your life to stay. Thank God for good friends.