The Kid Down the Street

There's a little kid ( 5 or 6, maybe) who lives down the street. He likes to play at our house...which is fine...within reason. This little guy knocks, rings the bell, pulls on the doorknob and generally creates a ruckus until someone opens the door. He doesn't take "no, we can't play" for an answer. He needs to know why, and when and where and all the details...it kind of drives me nuts. He comes over all day, every day. Today, we were out swimming in the backyard when I hear, "HEY! You are home! I knew it! Can I swim??" This kid had scaled our back fence and was peeking over it...how the heck he did that I will never know. I said no...no reasons, no excuses, just no. Today, I just wanted to play with my kids...only my kids. Does that make me a mean neighbor? Probably. Oh well, now I can just live up to my reputation and keep saying no.

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I'm a wife, a mom, an educator and a normal (okay, relative term here) person who makes frequent mistakes. I have a lot to say, hence the blog. My kids were adopted as babies (one through an agency and one through the foster care system). I love to talk about adoption. My daughter has sensory issues as well as ADHD. I like to vent about parenting. I am occasionally rosy, usually blunt and sometimes I am simply downright rude. Don't read if it offends you. I may sometimes write about my school experiences so let me cover my bases. I don't live in your town, I don't work at your school, I am not talking about your child, you don't know me. If you think you've figured out who I am...ask me, I will lie and say you don't know me. email me at chocolatecoffeesleep@hotmail.com

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