Tired…so tired. And today, I just can not handle our neighbor boy. He’s nice. But, when he comes over everyone starts playing very wildly and things happen…like the grill getting knocked over…like H6 getting twisted up and bruised by the swing. And, he doesn’t like my cooking, and isn’t afraid to tell me so. So, anyway, today, I’m just not up for it all.
H6 isn’t either I guess. After the boys decided to slide random things from the garage down the slide (flower pots, an old tea pot, etc.) she stormed over to them and launched into the following…
“I am tired from school and you boys are too crazy. None of us want to play this game. Please everyone. Go into your own homes. Now.”
If only they actually had. Somehow they figured out a new game they all want to play and they are still going at it in the back yard.
Just wondering folks. How do you handle neighborhood friends? They are different because in this case, I don’t know the parents as well – just very, very casually. Boundaries? Help me out here.