Noise

Disclaimer: The following was said in sarcasm... with maybe just a tid-bit of frustration... but not meant with anything but love!

Ok, so I just had to get this off my chest... and I'm going to try to not have another really long post... I know I've had a few of those!!

~~Advice ~~

Not from me... but to me!

So I probably stayed up too late last night updating my blog. I get that. But I also wanted to stay up for my dear hubby who was off getting yet another "investment", which took him clear to Roy at 9 PM. For those of you who aren't familiar with Utah, Roy would be like driving from C d'A to Medical Lake or Deer Park to Spangle. Anyway, at the last minute Blake decided he wanted to go with him (it seems the girls he has ended up totally infatuated with happen to be in Roy?!?... but at 9 PM... seriously!!!!). So my boys are off... again. I wanted to be a loving wife who showed her husband her gratitude for his sacrifice (blah, blah, blah), so I had intended to wait up. As I heard them pull up I decided to get ready for bed quickly and surprise him with the fact that I was still actually awake. As I was laying in bed I hear (at 12:30AM) Blake's antagonistic bellowing laugh in the front yard. (it is annoying to all who are privileged to hear it!). I roll my eyes. A few minutes later the chaos is in my house! I can't say this is an uncommon thing.

Blake has 2 things going against him in the noise department #1 - he is CJ's brother (loud by nature... or by influence) #2 - he is a high school BOY! One of the things he doesn't do loud is this little cat cough... kinda cute... don't want to point it out cuz then it will turn into a loud boy cough.

Moving on... bed time... blah, blah, blah... morning time! For some reason I woke up at about 5:45, and somehow I consciously think "Blake should be up soon". After 30 minutes or so I wake up again to a little Blake "mouse" in the kitchen, then a little Canyon "mouse" in my bed.... so innocent and sweet... and hasn't quite learned (although very close at times) that boys do all things loud. So the Blake mouse makes it into the bathroom. Do any of my women friends have husbands with the old fashioned kind if razors? Do any of my men friend (ok, family) have the old fashioned kind of razors? You know the water and shaving cream kind?

When I mentioned that Blake has CJ as a brother as a mark against him... here is my example...

I am sure that their Dad gave them some shaving pointers. I don't know this for sure... but I know my mom gave me some shaving pointers when the time came.... and I have been shaving for ... a couple years now. I, however, have never pounded the he-.... heck.... out of a razor!!!!!! At first I hear a little tap tap tap... then a TAP TAP TAP... then a TAP TAP TAP. This goes on for a good 5-10 minutes!! I was literally ready to jump out of my skin. I almost had Canyon go knock on the door and tell him to be quiet (but knowing, again, that CJ is his brother I knew that would totally throw off his time schedule). First of all, in an "efficient" moment (again, poor Blake is having to learn some things from CJ... I love you honey, but lets face it your not the most... efficient). They purchase pink daisies!!!!. Ladies, I know you know what pink daisies are... but men... I don't think you're even supposed to use them! Have you ever compared girls whiskers with boys whiskers?

On top of him trying to pound the... heck... out of the razor... in his efficient-ness he decided to do a load of laundry. GOOD JOB BLAKE! I commend Blake for deciding to do his own laundry. Most men... well, they will just wear dirty clothes. Anyway...6:30 in the morning... laundry... in an ancient machine... makes LOTS of noise... literally shaking the wall noise... and it does this all the time.. not just in the wee hours of the morning... this should be common knowledge (plus the bathroom he uses shares a wall with the girls room). OK, I'm going on mammoth for the size of this post... to sum it up... one more thing... "Why don't you just talk to him Stacey?" you ask. Well.... yesterday I tried to give advice... at least twice. Remember when you were in high school and got advice when you were trying to help (yesterday I tried to explain that it is not necessary to scrape every piece of egg that is stuck to your plate... with a fork.... before putting it in the dishwasher. Do you have any idea what kind of noise that makes? Then he was trying to help CJ and I counseled again, only to get giggles, and a big sympathetic smile from my husband.... at this point I know I've gone too far).

SO... I'm tired.... probably a little cranky... got some laundry to do today... a car that needs fixed... grocery shopping... and I have to get my hair-bell fixed (that a whollllle other story).... do I hide the razors.... do I teach him how to shave... or... ugh....