?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

I hate to complain to my complex office about my upstairs neighbors (especially because I called the police on a noise complaint a few weeks ago when they held a party on their patio between 0130 and 0300 that woke me up from medicated sleep), but this one took the cake:

I just caught their 'tween son standing outside my door with the ice tray from the freezer throwing ice cubes at my door. I opened the door after hearing odd tapping noises, scaring the daylights out of him and a couple of kids his age standing out there, who promptly dashed upstairs and slammed their respective front doors.


And the Sea Hag up there wonders why I don't like kids. Being a parent must be really easy when you don't know what your kids are doing.

Mine has been amused indoors and on our patio all day with age-appropriate toys and projects (hint: FamilyFun magazine's Thanksgiving minisite has lots of stuff to do). Minimal jumping/stomping, indoor voice, supervised. I still get annoyed by some things she chooses to do, but at least she's not annoying the neighbors.

Comments

( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
revme
Nov. 21st, 2006 01:13 am (UTC)
... I kinda picture her saying "Oh, I know what they're doing. I just don't care."
oddharmonic
Nov. 21st, 2006 02:55 am (UTC)
With a cigarette in one hand and a light beer in the other.

I've pictured it too. Remember my SeaHag trap Photoshoppin' idea? (:
may_lyn
Nov. 21st, 2006 05:13 am (UTC)
that's because you're a GOOD mom. as opposed to those who had a kid just...cause they wanted a puppy. or a baby shower.
oddharmonic
Nov. 23rd, 2006 02:08 pm (UTC)
You mean... I could have gotten a puppy?!

Seriously, I just hate to hear the phrase "I'm bored" so I have plans, backup plans and the occasional trick up my sleeve to avoid boredom unless absolutely necessary.

If you'd met me when I was younger, I would have put up a fuss at the idea of being a parent someday. Now I think it's a good challenge to ensure she'll be reasonably successful at amusing herself, helping others and thinking critically without me.
may_lyn
Nov. 23rd, 2006 06:20 pm (UTC)
i spewed red zinger tea all over the monitor....could have gotten a puppy....*laughs*

i always carried a solar powered calculator for each of my kids, not to mention paper and pens and what we now call 'fiddle toys', stuff that doesnt' make much noise, but keeps little fingers busy.

*hugs* see how great a mom you are? those 3 things, if taught to kids, would make this world so much of a better place...
cadswhim
Nov. 21st, 2006 04:14 pm (UTC)
The ice cube part of this is what fascinates me... I mean - throwing things, sure - but rocks or dirt clods or garbage... but the ice cubes gives it this whole performance art kind of feel. That kid is a surrealist. He was really trying to make a point, i think.
oddharmonic
Nov. 21st, 2006 09:36 pm (UTC)
My theory is that the kid thought the ice cubes would melt and leave no evidence. Too bad it was only in the 50s yesterday.

I'm tempted to take a piece of chalk outside to circle the blood stain in our breezeway. Just a circle, no explanation, and let the viewer draw their own conclusion. (Maintenance power washes the breezeways in the spring, so I'm just leaving it alone since it blends in with the spots and stains on the concrete.)
sweettexangrl25
Nov. 21st, 2006 09:11 pm (UTC)
Hey! I mailed out your package today! Let me know when you get it :) Hope you like it :)
oddharmonic
Nov. 23rd, 2006 02:10 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'll let you know when it arrives, or perhaps you'll guess because I'll turn into a prune in the bathtub and have to borrow my daughter's typing skills. (Punctuation takes a long time for her to hunt and peck, so she's apt to go blithely along without any whatsoever.)
( 9 comments — Leave a comment )

Profile

Default 2014
oddharmonic
Melissa, starry-eyed soy-lovin' Expatriated Zulu

Latest Month

March 2015
S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031    

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Tiffany Chow