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deckardcanine) wrote2006-10-09 09:45 pm
deckardcanine) wrote2006-10-09 09:45 pm
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My landlord's two sons, whom I estimate to be 7 and 9, continue to make a lot of noise by day, even when they're just playing video games. Good thing I like kids enough not to be too bothered by it. Unfortunately, much of that noise sounds like interpersonal conflict.
I spoke to their dad last week about the possibility of being their sitter sometime. After consulting his wife, he said it was okay, but their idea of sitting is very lax. I would be expected to prepare their meal and respond to requests for help, but that's it. For the most part, I could stay here in the basement as usual. Personally, I'd have more fun even just watching them play, even with the understanding that there's little I could do to stop them from yelling and bawling.
On Saturday, the landlord invited me to sit for them, but it was too short notice and I'd already made plans. Last night, however, I found the opportunity to spend quality time with all three of them. The boys had started a backyard soccer game against their dad and scored the first goal as I was about to enter the basement door. I asked if they wanted a fourth player, and they promptly pronounced it Kids vs. Adults. (Mind you, I've partaken in all of one backyard soccer game and one gym class soccer game before this.) It's amazing how well we were matched: neither side was ever more than one point ahead of the other. The Adults won when we played to five points, and the Kids won when we went on to ten. The younger son wanted to continue, but it was getting late. Seems I've broken the ice.
I spoke to their dad last week about the possibility of being their sitter sometime. After consulting his wife, he said it was okay, but their idea of sitting is very lax. I would be expected to prepare their meal and respond to requests for help, but that's it. For the most part, I could stay here in the basement as usual. Personally, I'd have more fun even just watching them play, even with the understanding that there's little I could do to stop them from yelling and bawling.
On Saturday, the landlord invited me to sit for them, but it was too short notice and I'd already made plans. Last night, however, I found the opportunity to spend quality time with all three of them. The boys had started a backyard soccer game against their dad and scored the first goal as I was about to enter the basement door. I asked if they wanted a fourth player, and they promptly pronounced it Kids vs. Adults. (Mind you, I've partaken in all of one backyard soccer game and one gym class soccer game before this.) It's amazing how well we were matched: neither side was ever more than one point ahead of the other. The Adults won when we played to five points, and the Kids won when we went on to ten. The younger son wanted to continue, but it was getting late. Seems I've broken the ice.