To My New Neighbors:
You see that green house behind us? That sweet couple who likes their nightly cocktail on the deck? We have been tormenting them for nine years. They know more about the inner workings of our family than anyone… the good, the bad, the ugly. I’m sure they have an appropriate drinking game to go along with the six o’clock ugliness of hungry fighting that happens with my kids every evening. When they begin to hear the kitchen window slam shut, they know I have now attempted to block out some of the impending yelling that will take place, which doesn’t even muffle the sounds because our houses are just soclosetogether. (I hope she is feeling better. She was sneezing an awful lot the other day.)
What started as toddler tantrums when we first moved in (and a 7:00 bedtime…at least they had that) has evolved into hormonal disputes, interesting name calling, and a touch of physicality. And that is all before I get involved.
New neighbors, take heed. They will fight. I try to keep it in check. I really really really hope you have loud kids, too.
And to my dear sweet neighbors in the green house, take comfort in this: one day, my boys will own their own homes, and if karma has any sense of humor, she will give them neighbors with a pair brothers who are just like them.
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