I allowed the kids and friends to have a New Year's Eve party at my place last night. They are from 10-13. There were six of them and only one me. Can someone pleez tell me what I was thinking? The had soda by the gallon, bowls of candy, chips, pizza, that horrid Monster Java junk, stereo cranked to 11 and computer games by the score.
Can anyone tell me what I was thinking?
I'm fully alcohol-free but woke-up feeling like it was Sunday-morning at Syracuse. The living room was a-scatter with passed-out kids twitching with sugar-shock and pizza-smeared faces. The TV was still blasting a skateboard DVD set to "replay." LMFAO's Party Rock was STILL playing on the stereo. Gamers in Japan were kicking the American characters off the computer screen and saying words I don't understand, and ALL their little iPhones were making noises that make my eyes bleed. Skateboards and their parts attacked my feet right outside my bedroom door.
Then, like zombies, they re-animated, hungry, hungry for pancakes and scrambled eggs. Oh...and bagels..."can we have BAGELS Mr Brown???"
I can see out my front window that they are returning from longboarding with "hot-choclate demands" written all over their faces.
WHAT WAS I THINKING????
We all had to SURVIVE by different and unique means. Only God truly knows what we went through.