This week is vacation week for the kids. It really has not been a bad week at all. The hubby took off Monday and Tuesday and we did some day trips, which the kids and we enjoyed. Wednesday was another story. Hubby went back to work and all hell broke loose~I swear they do this for my benefit only.
It was about 9 o'clock in the morning and at this point they had been sitting in front of Wii for about 3 hours (I cannot drag myself out of bed at the ungodly hours that they do), so that was enough. My hubby had gotten them breakfast and some of them dressed before he left for work, so they weren't completely ignored all this time. I cleaned up breakfast and finished dressing those who weren't when I woke up at about 8 AM. At about 9 I told the boys to shut off the Wii and go up to make their beds while I got into the shower. This is when everything went wrong.
As is typical, once I am unable to control what is going on, they started to fight. Patrick began taunting Sean and not letting him make his bed. Sean kept running into the bathroom to tell me, while I kept asking him to do his best to stay away from his brother until I was done. Unfortunately for all of us, they share a room, so this is nearly impossible when making beds. Chaos could be heard as I tried to quickly finish my shower the only time I (sort of) have to myself all day. The next trip into the bathroom Sean informed me that Patrick had dialed 911 and that a call had come into our phone that said "Massachusetts". Well, I'm not sure of everywhere else, but that always means a cell phone. My immediate thought was that Patrick was bluffing to scare his brother and that the call just happened to come at the perfect time and was from a friend.
Boy, was I wrong! Not only did he call 911 but there was an officer at my door as I found out from Brendan who was running back and forth in his diaper (ok so he wasn't dressed yet now that I think about it) from the door to the bathroom giving me the update. Caroline is now hiding behind the door of the bathroom crying hysterically and the boys are hiding upstairs. Now I had decided to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom so that I could hear what the twins were doing. This was a bad mistake as I have no curtains on my dining room windows through which a visitor can see straight into my hall where my stairs are, the stairs that I now needed to go up to get a bathrobe to answer the door for our "visitor". I yelled for someone to get me a bathrobe with no success. Fortunately, I remembered that I had dropped one in the living room in a failed attempt to put it away recently. Never have I been so happy to have something sitting on my floor. I threw it on and ran to the door to greet a not so happy police officer.
I'm not sure how long this poor man was knocking on my door, but by the time I got there he was BANGING! I mean close to knocking the door down as he explained to me as nicely as he could. To make it worse (can it get any worse??) I'm not even sure how well I had wrapped the bathrobe and the twins were pining at me to pick them up, which I did to seem sort of motherly as I threatened to hurt the others. I'm just hoping I did not expose myself to this officer. On top of that, my neighbors (and some other moms from town) do a boot camp at one of my neighbors houses (a boot camp which I may have been at had the kiddos not been off for vacation). Of course, the trainer had sent them running up my street as this was all going on. I'm surprised some of them didn't trip over themselves as they tried to figure out what the cop was doing at my door instead of watching where they were running.
I asked the officer to come in to let the kids know how serious their antic was. He would not. He did not want them to be afraid of police officers. Really? Because I do! He asked me to let them know that he was close to knocking down the door (yeah~he was out there that long) because all he could see were the twins and he did not know if I was "on the floor" somewhere in the house.
After my lecture from this officer, I went off to lecture (um~berate) my kiddos! I don't think I've ever been this upset with them. As my dear friend Kristin said, we will be laughing about this in a month (some others~the moms who were running up my street for instance~are alreay finding humor). You think? Because I'm really not finding any part of this situation funny right now!
For now I made Patrick (the sole culprit as I later deciphered) write an apology to the officer, chief of police and marched him down there to hand deliver it and apologize to the dispatchers as well. He is also grounded from Wii, tv, DS and friends for the next two weeks.
We'll see how long I get order after this ordeal. They were EXTREMELY well behaved yesterday after all of this, but I've noticed some slipping today.
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