For those of you who have been wondering if Corwin’s birthday party guests made it through the night alive, the answer is: barely.
They didn’t got to bed until after 1am. No big deal – it’s a birthday party. However, the little shites woke up at 5:something am and stayed awake. Not only did they stay awake, but they woke up everyone in the house repeatedly. Apparently keeping noise to an acceptable level required far too much effort. One of the kids was (understandably) surly and didn’t take kindly to my annoyance with them. He pouted, said I was mean and they could do whatever they wanted because it was a birthday party. I told him that that actually, he couldn’t because it was my house. He informed me that it wasn’t my house, it was my husband’s house. Corwin just looked at him, shook his head and said, “Dude, you so shouldn’t have said that.”
A lengthy discussion ensued.
Before I brought the kids home, I stopped at Starbucks and got some desperately needed coffee. Isaac, the surly kid, wanted coffee, too. I told him that I wasn’t about to reward him for being rude, and that if he was tired it was his own fault. He sulked for the entire twenty-five mile drive to his house. Apparently, he was still pissed at me the next day because he announced to Corwin’s entire art class that I’m racist.
Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? Corwin, ever one to stand up for truth and my honor, yelled that I wasn’t and kicked him. Now, I’m not particularly violent, but I kinda want to kick this kid myself. Little jerk.
In other non-annoying child news, there are a couple contests going on right now. Yesterday’s post involves a joint contest with me and Paige Tyler. And the super awesometastic Chris is giving away a copy of my latest release, Immortal Curse on her equally super awesometastic blog.
And, last but not least, we’ve been writing open letters to our muses all week at Writer’s Evolution, come check it out!