I was upstairs trying to fold about 900 loads of laundry, so having to stop to break up a fight made me very angry. I stomped down and put a stop to the show my kids were putting on for the neighbors. I snatched Jovie and Jude up then tried to open the door to chase after Jagger and Jet who had run away. I pushed on the door, but it didn't give. I thought it was locked. I checked. Nope. The kids had broken it, and it was stuck shut.
This happened on a Friday. So I knew we'd have to live with it until Monday when Adam had some time away from work.
On Saturday I had to work at the restaurant as well. Not wanting Adam's cousin Liz to lose her mind watching my kids, I decided to go online and order them a pizza for dinner.
That night when I came home, Liz chuckled, "When the pizza got here I couldn't open the door."
"Oh my gosh! I totally forgot about the door. Did you have to go out back and walk around?" I asked.
She laughed, "No, Jovie said, 'I know!" then she went and opened the window. She took the pizza and said, 'Thanks old man.'"
Can you see the look of horror on my face? I didn't know whether to be more embarrassed by the fact they got the pizza through the window, or that Jovie called this poor guy "old man". I sighed, "I hope the neighbors didn't see that."
Lesson 163: having a pizza delivered through your window because your kids broke the front door in a Jerry Springer style showdown = white trash