February 07, 2011

Sunday Morning Quarterback

Sunday morning, we woke up and it looked like a bad war movie. There were bodies all over my house... every bed, every couch, in the rec room every square inch of floor. Bodies ranging in size from 5'3" to 6'4", sprawled all over.

I tiptoed into the kitchen and every single one of them was sleeping like the dead. I got out the pots and pans and not a soul stirred.

I'm not actually sure exactly what it was that awakened them, but it was as if they were all mentally tied together because just as they were all crashed to the world, instantly every single boy was awake, moving, and spry.

Insane.

Let me tell you though, they are GREAT kids. One boy asked me to wait to get the bedding out as he would help me. (I made sure his Dad knew. Parents need to know when their kids are so well behaved.) Every single kid picked up after themselves. Every plate was picked up, fork in the sink and wet towel put in the laundry room or handed to me.

NOT ONE BOY left anything on my floors. Literally, they'd get out of the shower, search for the laundry room, or come up to me and ask where I would like them to put their wet towel.

My tables were wiped down, chairs pushed in, thank yous and pleases abounded.

How in the world can you NOT want kids like that to come back?

We went through 1 gallon of OJ and we needed TWO.

Three dozen scrambled eggs with cheese, but 2.5 would have sufficed.

Two pounds of bacon and we needed three.

Fifteen Pillsbury cinnabon rolls that I found out later the boys think I made from scratch, and I hear we needed 30 rolls.

I was cleaning the kitchen as they ate on the back porch and I heard one of the boys say to my son, "I don't think I ever remember eating this good..."

I had to laugh. They had fun, but I had a GREAT time. I'm still marveling at how polite everyone was. Polite and clean.

Great kids. I'd do it again in a heartbeat...

Personally though, I think Bones is the one that had the best time. He said to me after they left, "Mom, you know what I want for your birthday?"

I replied, "Your brother's friends for a sleepover?"

He blinked, stammered and said, 'Uh, no, I wanted a paintball gun, but having his paintball friends and Son#4 for a sleepover would be GREAT!"

Right. I had to laugh. Big man in a little body...

Posted by Boudicca at February 7, 2011 10:02 PM
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My house was that house. From when I was little, I remember my brother's friends then my sister's then of course mine. My house was safe haven for some that didn't have such nice family life of their own...
Mom fed them all... Even did some laundry here and there. My older clothes were sometimes "leant" to those in need.

One of my neighbors once snootily said to my mother, "how can you have some of those hoodlums in your house? Aren't they a bad influence?"
Mom replied, "I prefer to think my children are a good influence on them." and she walked away.

Every one of those hoodlums said "yes ma'am" and "yes sir" to my parents. Please and thank you may have never passed their lips elsewhere, but it did at my house.

You, lady are amazing for doing that for "your" kids!

Posted by: K-nine at February 7, 2011 10:19 PM

I think there is a boy or two that was in my home that I'm starting to worry about. Not worry about THEM, but about what their home life is really like. I don't question. I think you nailed it, Knine. I want my home to be safe for them.

It is interesting, but I have a friend from HS who told me once that he loved coming to my home as a teenager. He said he felt safe and not judged. He loved my parents. He loved the laughter and the stability. It wasn't until we were adults that I learned what was really going on as he was growing up. I'd never asked, he'd never told, I never knew. So he has these GREAT memories of my family and I like that.

On a funnier note, he told me once that he liked the fact that when he came to my house, nobody ever commented on the fact he always wore the same pair of pants. He thought it was so nice that nobody judged. (There were financial issues when he was growing up.) I finally said, "Uhhh,... well... I'd love for you to remember me as this great girl who never said anything about the same pair of pants you wore every day, but in all honesty... seriously? I never noticed..."

That should have been indicative right there as to what profession I would gravitate to! Heh... ;-)

Posted by: Bou at February 7, 2011 10:45 PM