why I dont let kids come to my house parties.
This weekend Rob and I had a bonfire cookout for Labor Day. I decided to allow people to bring their kids this time because last time we said no children and only 4 people showed up. A co-worker told me I was crazy for saying yes this time, and he was right! I'm not a kid person to begin with, so this certainly didn't help.
The cookout got off to a slow start - only 1 person showed up at 12:30, the rest showed up between 2-3pm. One of my friends/co-workers brought her two kids, who are 5 and 10. A girl from my fitness class brought her 4 year old. This other couple brought their 9 year old and 1 year old (and those were the only 2 who behaved!) I didn't want any kids in the house unsupervised - we have loaded guns in our bedroom, and two cats who aren't allowed outside. Plus, the party was outside - the only reason anyone needed to be inside was to use the bathroom.
Well first, the 5 and 10 year old kept going in the house, running around, crushed chips into my carpet, dumped a bowl of water and lime slices onto the floor, used up all my Magic Grip chalk for pole just randomly spraying it on themselves, wouldn't leave my pole alone, were wearing my shoes, going through my pantry and eating my food out of there (instead of the food we cooked outside!), helping themselves into my cabinets taking out my measuring cups (and have the audacity to ask me why I dumped the ice out of the cup and put it in the sink!) They would take food from the grill or tables and then only eat a bite out of it and leave it laying around somewhere. Kept trying to get into our strawberry banana daquiris.
The 5 year old was the worst and did most of the above. She terrorized poor Nero, he kept mewing when she'd grab him and try and pick him up. I had to keep telling her to put him down because she was hurting him. I sort of wish he went attack cat on her - then she wouldn't have touched him again...but who knows if she would have tried to hit him. She covered herself in sand from the horseshoe pit then brushed herself off INSIDE my house.
The 4 year old wanted to go inside too, and her mom said only if you have to use the bathroom. So she said she did. When I came inside, she was hiding in the closet with the 5 year old. Then proceeded to say "I only told my mommy I needed to potty, so I can come inside!" Neither one of the moms wanted to go retrieve their kids, so a few times I was the one trying to get them back outside!
Never ever ever again. Ever.
This weekend Rob and I had a bonfire cookout for Labor Day. I decided to allow people to bring their kids this time because last time we said no children and only 4 people showed up. A co-worker told me I was crazy for saying yes this time, and he was right! I'm not a kid person to begin with, so this certainly didn't help.
The cookout got off to a slow start - only 1 person showed up at 12:30, the rest showed up between 2-3pm. One of my friends/co-workers brought her two kids, who are 5 and 10. A girl from my fitness class brought her 4 year old. This other couple brought their 9 year old and 1 year old (and those were the only 2 who behaved!) I didn't want any kids in the house unsupervised - we have loaded guns in our bedroom, and two cats who aren't allowed outside. Plus, the party was outside - the only reason anyone needed to be inside was to use the bathroom.
Well first, the 5 and 10 year old kept going in the house, running around, crushed chips into my carpet, dumped a bowl of water and lime slices onto the floor, used up all my Magic Grip chalk for pole just randomly spraying it on themselves, wouldn't leave my pole alone, were wearing my shoes, going through my pantry and eating my food out of there (instead of the food we cooked outside!), helping themselves into my cabinets taking out my measuring cups (and have the audacity to ask me why I dumped the ice out of the cup and put it in the sink!) They would take food from the grill or tables and then only eat a bite out of it and leave it laying around somewhere. Kept trying to get into our strawberry banana daquiris.
The 5 year old was the worst and did most of the above. She terrorized poor Nero, he kept mewing when she'd grab him and try and pick him up. I had to keep telling her to put him down because she was hurting him. I sort of wish he went attack cat on her - then she wouldn't have touched him again...but who knows if she would have tried to hit him. She covered herself in sand from the horseshoe pit then brushed herself off INSIDE my house.
The 4 year old wanted to go inside too, and her mom said only if you have to use the bathroom. So she said she did. When I came inside, she was hiding in the closet with the 5 year old. Then proceeded to say "I only told my mommy I needed to potty, so I can come inside!" Neither one of the moms wanted to go retrieve their kids, so a few times I was the one trying to get them back outside!
Never ever ever again. Ever.