We have the day and night from hell ahead of us. The lad and 5 of his friends for a birthday celebration day out and sleepover. The evening meal (see what I did there) will be Dominos. I expect the boys to be up all night behaving like ferrel animals.
The little bastards were even worse behaved than I anticipated. It just underlined how proud I am of my lad as he (plus his best mate) was trying to keep them under control when he had the best excuse to go a bit wild as it was his house and his birthday! They got a shock when their parents, hungover post Saturday piss up and looking forward to a lie in which was spoiled by my 7am "collect your children now" text, turned up first thing.
You've only yourself to blame there - never combine a sleepover with a party. My seven year old was at a similar sleep over weekend before last - dropped her off at her mate's house 5:30 on Friday and there were eight of them. Party proper wasn't until 1pm the next day. By the time we picked her up afterwards at around 3pm her parents looked like they'd been tortured. From the sounds of it they had - kids didn't go to bed until 11 then up at 6. She's been told she can have a maximum of three friends for a sleepover, and not on the same evening as the party itself.
We won't be doing it again. Even my son doesn't want to do it again, he thought his friends behaved like dickheads!
We've had a few, usually two or three are allowed to stay over and they all stay up stairs in my eldest's room after watching films and turning the front room upside down first. The ones we've had have been ok really, you just get a disturbed sleep so I don't mind them that much but my lad has been on ones where the following day they all go off on some trip or other as part of the birthday celebration. It sounds like a bad idea, I'd never agree to that. My lad has always come back from it looking ****ed and then lies in the next day. I had a full English for dinner today. Got a left over chicken dinner from yesterday for tea later.
She on the other hand is down stairs seething at the noise they make. My attitude is that they're nine, what the **** did you expect?
They trashed my daughter's room for a giggle. She was very upset. That's where they ****ed up. At least I got to see the "oh ****" look on their faces when the first dad turned up at 8.30am, not the scheduled 11am, for pick up. They knew they were in the **** at that point! To be honest, I have little to no time for children who aren't part of my family. In fact I have little to no time for one of my nephews as he's a spiteful little runt. I am incredibly (over) protective of my own though!
The bit in bold. Absolute ditto!!! I just fail to find an affinity with kids that aren't my own, I'm just not one of these clown type dad's. I don't mind my nephew really, although I have caught the ****er one or twice deliberately dropping my boys lego builds. Tosser. It's him Mum I can't stand, she's a precious, bone idle sanctimonious ****.
Last three years we've done the Christmas dinner. A couple of years ago she had to have a sandwich an hour before food was served and then when it was, pushed it round her plate. Horrible, ungrateful ****ing cow who contributes nothing. Clearly has no idea the effort or cost of getting a Christmas dinner for ten adults and five kids ready and so wastes hers for the sake of a ****ing butty. (this should be in room 101)
Same here about other kids. Tbh I am a clown type dad at times, and my little one loves it. But only when I want to be. Especially despise the precious little ****s who expect you to care about them like they're your own. Like when you're talking to your own kids about something they've done and the other little ****s feel the need for a bit of one upmanship. "I can do that too!" "Give a ****" I find it hard to be too harsh on my nephew tho, given he's only five months old.
My nephew is horrible with a spiteful streak. He used to ram his scooter into their dog. Once when he came round ours I caught him hitting our dog with a plastic golf club. Another time he bit my son on the stomach and begged him not to tell anyone, I found my son wincing in pain, saw the teeth marks and dealt with it. In general he's a surly, snide weasel who is spoilt rotten by his parents and grandparents. I'm certain he's going to give them hell when he's older. I dearly hope so anyway as I'll be the smug one at the back with the "you should've listened to me" smirk on my face. Part of the problem is his mother smacks him for the slightest thing so it's just become part of the daily routine. So much so that once she smacked him for something and he turned around and walloped my daughter. I could've quite happily knocked the crap out of the little ****. Coincidentally his mother is also a precious, bone idle, sanctimonious tart. His dad's a nice guy though. I make no effort to hide my dislike for the boy.
There's this one kid, who is the son of my girlfriends best mate, who don't so much dislike as simply cannot get my head round. He's odd and because of the two girls friendship he's kind of foisted upon my boys and they are supposed to be all pally with him but clearly have zilch in common with him. He's another who 'accidentally' drops Lego builds that have taken three hours. We've all been kids and done stuff we shouldn't have but the default of 'I'm jealous so I must therefore break' is baffling to me. I'd be gutted if my kids were ever like that. I'm sure he's got aspergers or something.
Good conversation about kids, I'm with you all on this one can't stand other kids I tend to sit in the background and wait and watch. When it's bedtime and they start to play up I'll say "do you want me to have a go and see if I can get them to sleep?" the parent are usually very grateful, I imagine that would change if they could see the look on the kids face as I get into angry mode and quite bluntly tell them to get into bed and not to move until daylight. The parent always comment how I'm so good with kids and that they never go to bed for them. The little ****s are usually to scared to move.
****ing double plus bufty. Not sure what to have for tea tonight. As the sun is shining and it's quite warm, I fancy about six pints of cider.
