I'm hiding in my own house. I'm trying to find someplace quiet. Someplace where everyone will leave me alone just for a few minutes, please. The volume of noise continues to escalate and I find myself contemplating ear plugs. I suppose it's a sad day when you feel the need to escape your own family.
I think I've found a hiding place though.
I was all set to write about a funny experience I had last weekend, but you'll have to forgive me. Writing anything other than a stream of conscience rant will be impossible right now.
Briefcase is cranky and roaming through the house growling like a grizzly bear. Also, when he's in a bad mood everything gets louder. He
slams closes doors and cupboards every thirty seconds.
It isn't just my family driving me crazy though. RC has a group of teens over and they are VERY LOUD. I walked into the kitchen and one of the boys who is about 6'5" tall, and well over 200 pounds, was inhaling food out of our refrigerator as fast as he could. I asked if he could please leave enough so I could pack PR a lunch for school.
He replied, "I left an apple."
Thank you, thank you very much.
His girlfriend looked at me apologetically and explained they had just gone out to eat at a restaurant on their way over to our house.
I'm used to this. Sort of.
Teen boys never, ever, stop eating. I have two of them, so I know. They bring a lot of friends over to
eat me out of house and home visit also. Our house tends to be the "hang out" house.
RC and his girlfriend have gotten quite serious over recent months. His group of friends has always been a mix of girls and boys, but now it seems we have a lot of teen couples at our house. As I'm writing this there are teen couples watching a scary movie downstairs.
At the most insane, loud, volume imaginable.
Periodically, a few of the boys roam through the kitchen again to see if there's a single morsel left uneaten.
Scary movies give the girls an excuse to cuddle and hang on to the boys which is really all they want to be doing anyway. The girls keep squealing loudly. I have a teen girl also, but I have to say all the girl squealing as I write this is driving me over the edge. The girls must think the squealing is appealing to the boys.
To me, it's like nails on a chalkboard.
PR just found me. He came wandering in as if he's known where I'm hiding the whole time.
"What do you need?" I asked him.
"I need to cut my nails and I can't find the nail clippers," he said staring intently at me.
Honestly, the kid never wants to cut his nails. More than anything, I suppose he wanted to see what I'm doing and why I'm hiding. I think, perhaps, he's part of the conspiracy to not let me spend five minutes in peace.
I already had to tell Briefcase to please stop pestering me. Why is it when I finally sit down to write, he comes up with at least 150 questions to ask me?
I need a better hiding place.
A few minutes ago RC found me also. He came to ask if they (the annoyingly loud, squealing teen couples) could heat up our jacuzzi.
This is a favorite teen boy activity. They love to invite the girls over to the pool in the warm weather or the spa in the winter. Our pool is romantically lit at night. The girls wear bathing suits and expose a lot of skin. There's a degree of privacy awarded by the large rocks surrounding our pool. It's perfect for making out.
My answer was no.
My answer was no because there has been lightening on the mountain by our canyon and it's not safe for them to be in the water. It's a good excuse for saying no, don't you think?
As annoying as they're being with their loudness and squealing, at least if they're inside we can assure they get no privacy. Really, that's my primary responsibility as a parent of teen boys. It's my job to make sure they're never alone long enough with their girlfriends to get themselves into too much trouble.
Yeah, I know. I don't believe I'll be successful either, but I can try, can't I?