The boys have been complaining for the past hour or two that they are bored. Every year this time, as well as over summer, a friend comes and stays here for a week. Usually they play non-stop for all seven days. I hardly even see them unless they are hungry.
Not today. They were sprawling on the sofa earlier, copying the line from some kiddie movie (I forget which):
“What do you wanna do?”
“I dunno. What do you wanna do?”
I’m a bad mom. I told them my garage is in desperate need of being cleared out. I tried to make it sound like fun, but they told me they are not that bored.
A short while ago we heard an almighty crash in the bathroom. The older boy went to look and found his younger brother (my middle son who is always up-to-something) in the bathtub. He had squeezed out almost half the soap in my hand soap container into the tub and was amusing himself by slipping around in there.
The visiting boy gave one look at the fun in the tub and decided to get his bathing suit too.
This is when I took a leap of…hmmm…what shall we call it? I can’t even think of a word for my next deed, except that it was very brave and that I will probably regret it later.
I told the boys that they were far too constrained in the tub. They needed to think big. It could be much more fun if they slid on my painted concrete floor in the tv room that way, on condition that they promise to clean up later. Talk about seeing the faces of a teenager and some almost-teens light up.
The soap was transferred from the tub to the floor. We poured a thin layer of water on the floor.
As I type, the boys are having the time of their lives, slipping and sliding and laughing on my tv room floor. Heehee!
If I weren’t so old I would join them.