Sunday Mournings

Every other weekend, my beautiful day of rest is interrupted.

CRASH
Thud Thud,
Thud, Thud, Thud Thud Thud.

That is what it sounds like, almost exactly. Except that it repeats constantly with random yells in between every few sounds. This is because every other weekend I choose to spend the night in an old house I swear is haunted on the edges of Pleasant Grove.
Not really.
This is actually because of the 4 terrible, atrocious, obnoxious, rotten, disastrous baboons that have been married into the family. Every one of them with their own unique way of causing corruption.

1. Logan, 14, is probably the best. I've got to love him. He's the oldest and he's finally figuring out what makes his siblings so dreadful, and he's fixing it. The only note to complain about with him is the smothering...  He sometimes just won't leave me alone! But then again who would at his age? I am pretty (cough, cough) awesome.
2. Nathan, 13, is a total angel. Nathan is quiet and keeps to himself, he is very intellectual and enjoys simply learning on the discovery channel. But there is a drawback... he is only like this if he is alone and none of his brothers or sister are around. Therefore, (because they always are together) he is a demon as well, and never gets to act the way I wish he would all the time. So instead of that, you could say his job is to provoke. All he does is egg his brothers and sister on until they get mad and start to fight, then he dips out and watches. He's ruthless!
3. Hayden, 11, I could never see him again and be happy! Hayden is the worst out of all 4, the super villain. He takes joy in making up stories so his siblings, and I!, get in some sort of trouble. There is no other way to put it then to label him (cough, cough) (undisclosed insult). He is also very good at "tattle-telling". Seriously though, he will tell on his brothers and sister when they are arguing and he isn't even involved. It drives me up the wall. And someday, when I simply can't take it anymore, he will get what is coming to him. Maybe in the summer I'll hold him down and soak him with the hose until he cries; not include him in some fun activity I include his family in; or maybe I'll just start making up stories about him! That will show him.
4. Elizabeth, 10, where to begin with her... How about she is a 10 year old girl? Has anyone ever found a 10 year old girl that you can stomach being around? I mean, she thinks she's the Queen of England or something! This morning (while laying in bed wishing they would disappear), she started screaming and crying because it was someone else's turn to watch the television.... Seriously? Women...

Oh well, I am up at a decent hour. That's always a good when I threaten to sleep until 5 in the afternoon. Maybe I will go longboarding again while I still have the longboards that were borrowed yesterday!