Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Some of you might remember the infamous water table I mentioned once upon a time. Well, I've tried a different angle on it recently. We fill it with rice, bring out all the sand toys and the kids have a blast. I usually put a blanket under it to catch most of the rice that falls out so I can just dump it back in again.
Well, the other day we had a friend over and the kids went a little crazier than usual. I usually sit out with them so I can monitor/control the situation a little more, but this time I sat just inside the sliding door so I could keep talking to my friend. So how lame/funny is this? The next day we hear that our neighbors downstairs complained to management about having rice on their balcony. At first I was irritated, and like, seriously? You went to management to tattle on us? And anyway, it's not nearly as bad as the burning hot cigarette butts that fall down on our balcony from the one up above us!! (I went out to find one had burned a hole through the blanket right next to my child the other day!) Ugh. I was annoyed.
After a few minutes though, I changed from being mad to almost laughing as I thought of how ridiculous it sounded. I was like, Ryan, could you go to management in all seriousness and be like, "Excuse me but there was rice on my balcony. Yes. That's right. RICE. Can you believe it? I knew those people were up to no good...."
Then after another few minutes I was like, wait. Seriously? After living below a house full of little boys for two years, that's what you complain about? Not all the jumping and banging and dropping of toys at 7 in the morning? Not the constant yelling and screaming? Not kids dragging our wood chairs skidding across the floor any time of day so they can go climb up on something? Not the cry-it-out episodes that have gone on for over an hour in the middle of the night?