Our Summer break has officially started in these here parts.
This afternoon, after they walked to the local pizza joint, which is halfway between the middle school and my house…
the troops arrived.
After having a very quite morning of coffee and twittering. Oh yeah, and chasing my youngest son around to make sure he didn’t drown in our pool..
my house was taken over by children of various shapes and sizes.
BOMBARDED.
And a couple of them, I had not only never seen before but…not one child, in my entire house, had ever uttered these strange children’s names. Not once.
Not mention, they weren’t even a thought during the making of the Bat Mitzvah guest list…which, by the way…HOLY CRAP, was a week ago already!!
This large, noisy entourage of teenagers with voices, hormonally crackling with excitement…
STORMED and STOMPED into my house.
STOMPED and STORMED up the stairs.
Deposited various articles of summer clothing onto the floor of every room and bathroom.
FLEW back down the stairs donning swimsuits.
Through the sliding glass doors.
Cannon-balling every drop of water from the pool, onto the newishly redone, schmancy pool deck.
Causing a ‘Wild Thing’ type ruckus.
In and out of the day.
Over a couple of hours.
Until…SUDDENLY.
Rewind.
Pulling their waterlogged bodies out of the pool.
Wet splatter footprinting their way back through the sliding glass doors.
SPLISH and SPLASHING their way back through the house.
SPLASH and SPLISHING their way back up the stairs.
Peeling off their dripping wet suits.
Dropping their dripping wet towels.
Putting back on their various articles of summer clothing.
The large entourage of teenagers with voices STILL crackling with excitement.
After tasting a piece of their summer fun.
FLEW out the front door from where the came.
The whole group.
Including the two who I had never seen or heard of before.
Left. To head BACK.
In and out of the rest of the day.
And over a couple hours.
Towards the mall that houses the pizza joint.
To cause more ‘Wild Thing’ type ruckus.
Giggles. Shouts. Splashes. Still lingering in the air.
And I went back to my computer.
And back to chasing my youngest.
In a QUIET, albeit wet and messy, house.
Still wondering…
Who in the HECK those kids were.
And were they going come back and pick up their wet stuff.
And thus the Summer rumpus begins.
Ahhhh… summer break. Mine starts half way through next Tuesday and I am SCARED! I know it will be a rocky start (if last year was any indication), and I’m hoping that my emergency closet is deep enough to hold off the insanity until we can all make it through the 2 week I-can’t-stand-to-be-around-you-all-day adjustment period. Guess the blog will be full of “lively” stories for a bit! Anyway, found you on Twitter (read your Twitter/SITS post btw & loved it) and hope you get that sponsor:) Blog rocks and let’s hope I turn out to be more than just “traffic”!
Frig, this is perfect! Well, not so much for you (although perhaps it is) but just perfect. Perfectly written.
You know, a few years ago I worked daycare and we had the Wild Things on tape and when it says Let the Wild Rumpus Begin there is an onslaught of distorted music. As soon as I read your title that distortion flooded my mind. Funny how that works, isn’t it?
have them change in the basement.
Love it! Sounds like my house on my oldest boys’ last day of school! Good luck with the Summer rumpus!!
You have my sympathies. I don’t have a pool, but with the vast array of skateboard ramps and whatnots, I have a mass of teen hanging out in the street in front of my house.
Oh man, look at what I have to look forward to!
Sounds like my house and yard yesterday. I am all for year-round schooling. Can we get a petition started?