I loved her family! To the point where I accused her mom of making a move on my husband, cuddled up to her step-dad and when Julia apologized for still being in her jammies, I was not only wishing I had worn jammies; I realized we would be good friends. I love jammies.
We go outside for fireworks and I realize I have barely seen my children. Besides helping them when the food was ready, I didn't really even think about them. Anna and her boyfriend were taking walks and being charming and the few times I saw Jesse run past, he was in a pack of like 10 other kids. As usual, I swore by God that my husband wasn't not allowed to get the firecrackers next year, he's too frugal. When he proudly told me he spent a hundred bucks I was like, "We are so lame." Anna agreed.
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| That's my son, the one that looks possessed |
Me: (getting out of my lawn chair)
My husband: Sit your ass back down.
Me: (not moving in a half standing squat position) The kids are having the time of their lives! Can't he see that? I just want to see the burn marks. It's the 4th of July....
Husband: Not your house, not your neighbor...sit down.
Me: (unmoving)
Husband: (walks over toward me)
Me: (sitting back down)
While Nick was exchanging insurance info, his middle son, August, had this conversation with Jesse and another kid. I have to say, first though, August is just one of those kids who is naturally funny, he has an award from his kindergarten class to prove it. He always has something to say and he is on the loud side. I was grateful for all of these qualities.
Other kid: Why are we stopping?
August: (loud and proud) He didn't like that it was loud?!
Other kid: It's the fourth of Juwy!
August: I know! He just doesn't like it. We only have one left! So we don't even get to light it?!?
Jesse: Yah, right, we got got ashes on his car! That's dumb.
I love that these children put the asshole neighbor in his place without even realizing it. Long story short, we moved to the end of their cul-de-sac, where the neighbors are nicer and let off our finale box. Screw that dude.
We head back to the house to gather our stuff. I deny Jesse his request to stay for a sleepover, he wasn't actually invited and we needed to get the boyfriend home. August comes to the rescue again explaining to me that they are indeed allowed to have sleepovers -unless they get grounded. Then they can't. He then goes on to say something about if I saw the 180 one? I had no idea what he was talking about -but I said I did. I said it was awesome and he added that it was huge. We nodded in unison, I still have no idea.
As I haul an angry, tired, sweaty Jesse to the car thinking what great people they are, I am glad my husband made me sit down; so the elementary kids could handle it. I may or may not have conspired to drive a get-a-way car for 2 teens who may or may not have an exceptional amount of toilet paper.
I kind of thought I needed to grow up, but then Julia sent this:
My husband: Sit your ass back down.
Me: (not moving in a half standing squat position) The kids are having the time of their lives! Can't he see that? I just want to see the burn marks. It's the 4th of July....
Husband: Not your house, not your neighbor...sit down.
Me: (unmoving)
Husband: (walks over toward me)
Me: (sitting back down)
While Nick was exchanging insurance info, his middle son, August, had this conversation with Jesse and another kid. I have to say, first though, August is just one of those kids who is naturally funny, he has an award from his kindergarten class to prove it. He always has something to say and he is on the loud side. I was grateful for all of these qualities.
Other kid: Why are we stopping?
August: (loud and proud) He didn't like that it was loud?!
Other kid: It's the fourth of Juwy!
August: I know! He just doesn't like it. We only have one left! So we don't even get to light it?!?
Jesse: Yah, right, we got got ashes on his car! That's dumb.
I love that these children put the asshole neighbor in his place without even realizing it. Long story short, we moved to the end of their cul-de-sac, where the neighbors are nicer and let off our finale box. Screw that dude.
We head back to the house to gather our stuff. I deny Jesse his request to stay for a sleepover, he wasn't actually invited and we needed to get the boyfriend home. August comes to the rescue again explaining to me that they are indeed allowed to have sleepovers -unless they get grounded. Then they can't. He then goes on to say something about if I saw the 180 one? I had no idea what he was talking about -but I said I did. I said it was awesome and he added that it was huge. We nodded in unison, I still have no idea.
As I haul an angry, tired, sweaty Jesse to the car thinking what great people they are, I am glad my husband made me sit down; so the elementary kids could handle it. I may or may not have conspired to drive a get-a-way car for 2 teens who may or may not have an exceptional amount of toilet paper.
I kind of thought I needed to grow up, but then Julia sent this:
I'm good...
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