Remind me again...why did we have kids????
Is it just me or is everyone incredibly embarrassed today?
We had a couple of friends over for dinner on Saturday night.
It wasn't a big night...the kids (my normally very responsible and well behaved 14 year old boy, a couple of visiting 13 year old boys and my girls, aged 11 and 9) were in the tv room and the adults were out the back enjoying dinner. Not a raucous night, just a very quiet get together. Lovely.
The first we knew of any trouble was knocking on the front door, which we ignored because we thought it was the kids being stupid....until the knocking became quite insistent.
At the front door, John was confronted by a very reasonable and friendly bloke...claiming that the boys had been playing 'knock and run' on his front door, and while he was a patient man, he'd had enough.
Fair call, said John. He apologised, and read the riot act to the kids. To be honest, we did not even know they left the house.
I was embarrassed and angry, but contained, I didn't really want to yell at the kids....until the guests left at least.
As our friends drove away, John and I turned on all three of our kids. "What were you thinking? How dare you be so disrespectful?".....regular readers of this blog would know that we tread a pretty flimsy tight rope with our neighbours already. We really didn't need any knock and run...
Then, just as any parent of teenagers should have come to expect...the real truth came out..
A born blabbermouth, Milli (the eleven year old) blurted... "I only got the eggs, I didn't throw any..."
Did I mention my anger was contained earlier??? Well, it wasn't anymore. I don't think I have ever been more furious with Gabe (the 14 year old).
Yesterday morning, John took him over to the house to apologise but the family wasn't home....you could quite clearly however, see where the egg had hit the house..... and Gabe will be back with a brush and bucket this afternoon.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
OK...quick update (Tuesday)..
Last night, Gabe and I went around to the house...and it turns out my little baby egged the house of the nicest people in the whole wide world!!!
They were absolutely gorgeous to him, gave him a bit of a stern word...then had a laugh and
treated him beautifully! Lucky little bugger....
He feels very bad though....an excellent lesson!
We had a couple of friends over for dinner on Saturday night.
It wasn't a big night...the kids (my normally very responsible and well behaved 14 year old boy, a couple of visiting 13 year old boys and my girls, aged 11 and 9) were in the tv room and the adults were out the back enjoying dinner. Not a raucous night, just a very quiet get together. Lovely.
The first we knew of any trouble was knocking on the front door, which we ignored because we thought it was the kids being stupid....until the knocking became quite insistent.
At the front door, John was confronted by a very reasonable and friendly bloke...claiming that the boys had been playing 'knock and run' on his front door, and while he was a patient man, he'd had enough.
Fair call, said John. He apologised, and read the riot act to the kids. To be honest, we did not even know they left the house.
I was embarrassed and angry, but contained, I didn't really want to yell at the kids....until the guests left at least.
As our friends drove away, John and I turned on all three of our kids. "What were you thinking? How dare you be so disrespectful?".....regular readers of this blog would know that we tread a pretty flimsy tight rope with our neighbours already. We really didn't need any knock and run...
Then, just as any parent of teenagers should have come to expect...the real truth came out..
A born blabbermouth, Milli (the eleven year old) blurted... "I only got the eggs, I didn't throw any..."
Did I mention my anger was contained earlier??? Well, it wasn't anymore. I don't think I have ever been more furious with Gabe (the 14 year old).
Yesterday morning, John took him over to the house to apologise but the family wasn't home....you could quite clearly however, see where the egg had hit the house..... and Gabe will be back with a brush and bucket this afternoon.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
OK...quick update (Tuesday)..
Last night, Gabe and I went around to the house...and it turns out my little baby egged the house of the nicest people in the whole wide world!!!
They were absolutely gorgeous to him, gave him a bit of a stern word...then had a laugh and
treated him beautifully! Lucky little bugger....
He feels very bad though....an excellent lesson!
2 Comments:
I know how you feel Caroline.
When my son was 11 he was caught throwing rocks on the roof of a very elderly lady in our street.
She died very shortly after the incident and I don't think Blair (my son) or I have ever really recovered!
Boys will be Boys!!! I'm told they grow up eventually.......we can only hope!
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