There are times when I sense the grumpy old German in me rising up.
I don't, generally, enjoy silliness and boy shenanigans anyway. If I were to be totally honest I'd admit that even the sound of the dogs romping around makes me crazy ( they've been playing on top of this big box on the porch since it was delivered).
I was raised to believe that "when it's time to work, you work." "Play time is after the work gets done."
Last night we were working in the football garden, named so because it is nearly the size of a football field, and the little boys were playing at high speed. The truck radio was cranked up, windows down, and J was dancing on the seat, bed, and roof of the vehicle...MY Ford F150. W was using his garden sign as a bat, swinging at clumps of dirt.
And I was terrifically annoyed.
The older boys have dished out plenty of silliness these days, laying on the hammock reading "The Bro Code" and playing guitars or video games instead of doing chores and paperwork.
In my mind I've called them "numskulls," a word I heard as a child when my Grandfather was frustrated with me. http://www.dailywritingtips.com/numskulls-noodles-and-nincompoops/
How can I learn to be more patient with boy/puppy shenanigans?
I'm very, very grateful that "The Dad" is taking three of the four to a Boy Scout campout tonight...in the rain...while I work. There's likely to be concentrated boy silliness there. Thank you WestberryDad!!!
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