Johnny and Marcy’s kids were over.
We went to two easter egg hunts, two easter rabbit visits, two visits to church, and all around just crazed it up.
We completely trashed Johnny’s room (the room has three levels - the ground level, the middle level which needs a small staircase to get up to, and the loft which needs another staircase to get up to). The levels make it a perfect place to have a gun fight and, so, we had a two hour dart-gun fight. I should have taken a picture of that room after we left. It had a mattress laying on the floor, the toys were all turned upside down, the door was completely barricaded with a huge pile of stuffed animals, etc
I also have a loft in my room that requires a staircase to get up to and, so, since the kids all wanted to sleep with me in my bed (yes - seriously - the first night (fri-sat) two children slept in my bed with me and the second night (sat-sun) all three wanted to sleep with me. And it’s not that we don’t have room or something like that - no - we have PLENTY of other rooms they could sleep in. It’s just that they WANT to sleep with ME) we ended up giving them a more appealing option. We hauled two twin sized mattresses into the loft in my room. The kids were obviously behind happy that they had such a cool bed in the loft and they all slept up there (leaving me alone in my bed, thank God). They spent the first 1.5 hours bickering but then they all shut up and fell asleep.
Smigus-Dyngus (if you’re not familiar with this “holiday”, click here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C5%9Amigus-Dyngus) was celebrated early - since Johnny and the kids had to leave for school today. We celebrated on Sunday instead of today (Monday). There was an elaborate breakfast set up, which everyone ate decently calmly, before we were entrusted with spray guns/spray bottles and helmets.
Then everyone started spraying each other inside the house for around thirty minutes. Johnny, too young to understand why in the hell everyone was allowed to spray each other with water, was behind delighted.
By the end of the water party, the floor was drenched and everyone was soaking wet. I went to the bathroom with Marcy’s kids (Johnny had had enough and went for a towel) and we continued the fight for another ten minutes (no more spraying water - we literally just started pouring it on each other).
I lived in Arizona for a brief period in time - back when I was around 15-16 and I spent one smigus-dyngus there. We had just bought the house (I was even still sleeping on an air mattress) and it was in need of carpet restoration so my dad literally BOUGHT IN A GARDEN HOSE from outside and drenched us all (and the house) with water.
I also spent a smigus-dyngus in Poland - when I was around 10-11. A lot of families live in apartment blocks there and you couldn’t walk past anyone in public without getting a bag of water dumped on your head, sprayed with a gun, or hit by a water balloon from the apartment blocks. Poland is INSANE during smigus-dyngus and EVERYONE participates and gets DRENCHED. I highly suggest visiting a small town in Poland during smigus-dyngus.
Kids always gravitate towards me. My dad was making comments this weekend about how Johnny is always sticking to my side, etc (Johnny is the sweetest boy ever. I was napping yesterday and he came into my room and was being sooo quiet and respectful and just laid by my side while I was napping - waiting for me to be done so I can play with him). Whenever I walk into a family party (I have about a billion and one cousins), all the kids tend to circle around me. With Marcy’s kids, it’s gotten to the point where I am just sort of expected to always be with them (because they don’t leave me alone lol).
And I feel it too. Adults and children typically have a barrier between themselves. I don’t have that barrier. I definitely do not act like an adult when with children (as the above events have depicted). I understand their mentality so well and it’s very easy to just regress into their train of thought in order to get them to like you, etc.
Marcy repeatedly asked me how I manage to stay so calm with the three screaming children (Johnny and Marcy’s daughter spent half the weekend arguing with one another and crying). It just doesn’t faze me.
I got a little annoyed with Marcy’s daughter because the girl is a master manipulator and does all sorts of things to Johnny and, when he reciprocates, she starts crying and acting like a victim. I can’t exactly explain all of it to my dad/her mom because it would just further the situation and would make it seem like I’m on Johnny’s side so I usually let the kids handle it between themselves and comfort Johnny on the side. We won a huge raffle at the church (won about 8 giftbags) and the daughter took them all for herself. I went as far as to go into the bag that the daughter hid the prizes in and bring them out to the living room so that everyone can split up the prizes but the girl immediately starts bawling. And, of course, she ends up getting her way and keeping all the damn prizes to herself. I just get annoyed when she does stuff that hurts Johnny because I’m uber protective of him. Or, I set up a third egg hunt in the backyard, and the girl is literally stealing eggs from poor Johnny’s basket and he is crying his little eyes out. I whisper hints into his ear where he can find more eggs and she hears one of them and pushes him aside so she can sprint to the location (even though she has 2x the amount of eggs he has). I step in and tell her that it was his egg and to give it to him because it wasn’t very nice to push him, etc. Her brother also steps in and tells her to stop dramatizing and acting like a brat. She ends up chucking the egg at him and storming into the house to complain to her mom. Or Johnny would be playing on the floor and she would come into the room completely randomly and take the car that he was playing with at that very moment - even though there are about 10 other available cars to choose from. So, of course, he tries to take it back from her and they begin arguing and then Johnny is chastised for not wanting to share his toys. Essentially, she purposely prods him in order to get a reaction and then cries about it to the parents. The girl is a little bully disguised under an angel appearance, haha.
okay back to werk!