About forty-five minutes after we put the kids to bed, the neighbor kids were knocking on our door, asking if our kids could come out and play...
Yeah, no. Unlike the crotchfruit next door, my children have a very strict bedtime, even during summer. It isn't just me being a bitchy mommy, either; both children are very cheery little morning people if they're put to bed early. If they're not put to bed early, they're still morning people, but not so cheery. In fact, the children become downright assholes if they don't get enough sleep.
It doesn't matter, either, what time I put them to bed. The latest they're up is 7:00, and that's if it's a dark, cloudy, quietly rainy morning that absorbs sound. The usual is more like 6:00, or just after.
I have tried putting them to bed late, in the hopes that they wake up late. It doesn't work. It never works.
(I really, really wish it would work...)
So. No, my children are not playing with the crotchfruit next door. Not unless they get up and come out to play while mine are outside in the morning while I'm drinking my coffee before 7:00, while it's not raining (it's in the forecast until the second of June, on a daily basis in the late mornings on, 'round here) and relatively cool.
And if they don't want to play because they want to sleep and can't because my kids are being noisy in their own yard? Tough shit. I honestly half hope it does wake them up, and that they wake the adults in the house up, because they make it incredibly difficult for my children to actually go to sleep.
I can't wait to get outside of town where we can have no close neighbors...
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