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A storm blows in, the afternoon regular event now and band practice comes to an abrupt halt as the power flickers on and off and sprints for car windows are made. After a brief bit of hanging around laughing, engines start in the driveway and trucks roll away...without the band equipment. I assume it is due to the weather.
"When are they coming back for their instruments?" I ask Tyler, hopeful that it will be this afternoon as couches and tables are pushed and piled into corners.
"They're not." Tyler answers calmly. "It's staying here.... for practice."
I feel my own power flicker on and off and answer, "No, not, no, not happening." Tyler looks at me not seeing any problem. "Why here? What about Mike's basement?" I say, trying not to shriek.
"There's more room here and it's nicer." he says while reading a text message on his phone.
"Sorry." I sputter. "No way. You said Monday and that is what I agreed to." I remind him standing squarely before him.
"I said Mondays." He insists. "Come on Mom. Just for the next nineteen days? We have our first gig." he says, tipping his head and flashing a crooked smile. "Please??" He asks, sounding five-years-old.
"You'll be in school on Mondays and you don't get home until 4:30!" I feel myself power surging.
"Yeah... After that." he says matter-of-factly.
Metal music for dinner.
I will not live until Christmas.
7 comments:
My heart goes out to you. Noise like that shatters my peace; even the talking heads on tv droning all day drive me insane.
This too shall pass - You must have noice cancelling headphones immediately for Mondays! And a bottle of wine?
What is with this music - the screaming - how can they like this?! And I consider myself to be relatively cool!! I don't get it.
Oh Good God! I am soooooo not finishing our basement. Thanks for the heads up.
Brad is SO in charge of Mondays!!! You and Cadence have girls day out, starting immediately!
You are seriously one rockin' mom. Literally. I feel for you and will start praying now that my son will not start a rock band when he's a teenager (I'll pray her joins the swim team--there's no way that can be loud, right? And swim practice will never happen at my house...)
This is a tough one! Carrie has great advice. Looking forward to hearing how it goes for you with all that loud metal in your house. Yikes!
Boys and their toys!!!! You are a saint! LOVE Carrie's idea -- what a wonderful excuse for some girl bonding time.
Now I have been to your "quiet house" many many times.
I think it is the PERFECT place for jam sessions.
PARTY ON BOYS!!!!
Love,
Suzy
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