Good Neighbors
We have been lucky to have great neighbors in both of the stairwells we've inhabited (like Jen Sturgeon...you know it, girl!).
But dang it...these neighbor girls are driving me nuts. They are up here ALL the time and I haven't got the necessary chutzpah to tell them that I'd rather have Josiah and Annika all to myself this afternoon, thank you very much. I want to sit here unobserved, blog and eat peanut butter straight out of the jar without strangers staring at me!
When we first moved in, their mother, with whom I was casually acquainted, told me all about the great "open door" policy they observe in this stairwell. I quickly found out what that meant.
Yeah...kids running in and out of my apartment without ringing the doorbell.
Call me old-fashioned, but we are a bit private. I was afraid to lock the door at first for fear these nice little girls would bang their heads against the door upon finding it unexpectedly locked. But let's just say after one day of them coming in uninvited and leaving whenever the mood struck them (repeat over and over all day)...the door now stays locked all day. To be fair, they have gotten the hint about that and now ring the doorbell or knock. But goodness...I very frequently get caught running around in my underwear between showering and getting dressed and running baths and changing diapers and finding pacifiers and etc., etc., etc. I shudder to think what they might have walked in on!
Anyway, these girls are very nice girls, but like any group of kids, they all (my own included) tend to get whipped up and start tearing around acting like Tasmanian Devils. I would just like to come home from school pick up and relax with my kids and Facebook, but instead I'm having to think up activities for all four of them, referee, or keep them from tearing up my house.
Strangely, if I try to send Josiah or Annika down to their apartment to play, they end up coming BACK up with these girls. Something ain't right here...
It's just frustrating when we barely get in the door and here they both come. Why am I such a wimp? I just need to tell them "NOT TODAY LADIES"...but I worry about offending their mother or hurting their little girl feelings and so I sigh and open the door.
Lord, give me strength. I should just be happy that my kids have friends, right? Right?
But dang it...these neighbor girls are driving me nuts. They are up here ALL the time and I haven't got the necessary chutzpah to tell them that I'd rather have Josiah and Annika all to myself this afternoon, thank you very much. I want to sit here unobserved, blog and eat peanut butter straight out of the jar without strangers staring at me!
When we first moved in, their mother, with whom I was casually acquainted, told me all about the great "open door" policy they observe in this stairwell. I quickly found out what that meant.
Yeah...kids running in and out of my apartment without ringing the doorbell.
Call me old-fashioned, but we are a bit private. I was afraid to lock the door at first for fear these nice little girls would bang their heads against the door upon finding it unexpectedly locked. But let's just say after one day of them coming in uninvited and leaving whenever the mood struck them (repeat over and over all day)...the door now stays locked all day. To be fair, they have gotten the hint about that and now ring the doorbell or knock. But goodness...I very frequently get caught running around in my underwear between showering and getting dressed and running baths and changing diapers and finding pacifiers and etc., etc., etc. I shudder to think what they might have walked in on!
Anyway, these girls are very nice girls, but like any group of kids, they all (my own included) tend to get whipped up and start tearing around acting like Tasmanian Devils. I would just like to come home from school pick up and relax with my kids and Facebook, but instead I'm having to think up activities for all four of them, referee, or keep them from tearing up my house.
Strangely, if I try to send Josiah or Annika down to their apartment to play, they end up coming BACK up with these girls. Something ain't right here...
It's just frustrating when we barely get in the door and here they both come. Why am I such a wimp? I just need to tell them "NOT TODAY LADIES"...but I worry about offending their mother or hurting their little girl feelings and so I sigh and open the door.
Lord, give me strength. I should just be happy that my kids have friends, right? Right?
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