I This What I Have To Look Forward To?

JJ had his first sleep over this weekend. It was interesting to say the least.

I promised him that he could have his friend G over during Spring Break to play. Nearing the end of Spring Break, JJ insisted I call them like I promised. I called his mom and she said Saturday was good. MIL was coming home from town, so she said she would stop by and pick him up. When she arrives home, she has *2* little boys in the car. Apparently, G's older brother,the devil S, was standing in the doorway all sad-eyed and MIL asked if he would like to come too. Did she ask me? Me who needs to feed and look after them? Nope. Not me.

They played outside most of the day. I fed them ham sandwiches for lunch. Holy Crap can boys eat. Then JJ asked if they could spend the night. I told him it was up to their mom, completely thinking she will say "No. It's Easter. Maybe another time." and she says yes. Damn it. She wanted them home early the next morning and DH agreed to take them. She brought over their clothes and we were chatting. She said "They have been good? They usually fight constantly". "They've been very good" Stupid me says, and she leaves. And then the devil S comes out of his shell.

JJ runs into the house crying. It seems that S thought it would be hilarious to *STOMP* on the eggs in our driveway. Yes, the bird eggs. The ones that I have been so careful not to crush with my SUV. The ones with a garden stake & a hose clearly marking them out. He lies and tells me he was walking & didn't see them. JJ tells me he did it on purpose. I should have sent the kid home then.

I made hamburgers for dinner. I've always known that JJ eats like a bird, but damn, these kids are PIGS. I made 12 hamburger patties and had zero left after we ate. 6 people, zero left. I ate one, JJ ate one, The Shadow ate one, The Hubby ate two and the visitors ate the last 7. Holy crow, do they not feed these kids at home?

By then it was late and I could tell the younger boys were getting tired, so I told them to stay in the house and get cleaned up. JJ & G took a bath together and S, who was too cool for everything, insisted on his own shower. We got that done & I took out the sleeper from our new sofa. S insisted that he would sleep on the floor because "Sleeping with boys in a bed is gay" *GRRGH*

JJ & G were tired from playing so hard, they were sleepy eyed by 8, but S insisted that he "stays up all night" at home. I told him this wasn't home. I didn't care if he wanted to watch TV, but he needed to turn off the lights and leave the younger boys alone. I went to bed at about 9:30 and S says "I'm the watchman. I stay up all night and look out the windows. You don't have anything to worry about unless I scream". Which actually meant "I'm scared & I'll be peeping outside with every little noise while my 6 year old brother sleeps". I told him "This is our home. I don't worry about every little noise. And if you do, you will be getting no sleep. People are outside our home at all hours. They bring the cows to the barn for milking. The milk truck picks up the milk. A feed truck may deliver feed. All of this in the middle of the night. Go to bed and don't worry about it."

I don't think he slept a wink.

The final straw was when JJ woke me up at 6:30 am saying the S woke them up and G was crying because S wanted to wrestle and G didn't.

I walked into that living room and I told him that he wasn't too big for me to bend him over my knee and spank his behind. Leave the boys ALONE. They were so tired & cranky. I made them a pound of bacon & doubled the Bisquick recipe for pancakes (and again, had no left overs) and packed their shit and threw them out told The Hubby to take them home. I will NEVER do that again. No siblings allowed.

If this is what I am in for with my boys, I am totally screwed.