September
6, 2003
I awoke to a bunch
of shouting and screaming; Iris came flying in, along with Shanda,
“I want to go home!”
“Why? what's going on?”
“Kenya and Forest
put spiders in our beds; those really ugly ones, Mamma, the ones
that are big.” Both Iris and Forest had stayed with my children over night, I was starting to regret the idea, because every time
I thought I was getting some sleep, wrong! Someone would come flying in, waking
me up. Being afraid that someone was going to wake my babies up, I got up and
walked upstairs,
“Forest, I want you
on the couch downstairs, and Kenya, in your own bed,”
“But…”
“You're not even
aloud out of your bed without me or Darcy being up! And you know that!” I scolded.
“You get out of this
bed, Kenya or you’ll regret it swiftly.” The three year old nodded and climbed
into her bed; Forest headed to the couch.
“You go up there,
and I’ll tell your mother of your antics” Forest nodded nervously as she
finished walking to the couch.
I headed back to my
bed and laid down for a little more sleep.
That’s when I heard
“I don’t think so, you
tachien!”
I just looked to the
ceiling
~Please no!~ I whined to myself. ~I can’t take anymore!~ I didn’t even want
to guess what my son was yelling about.
Deciding not to
worry about it, I went back to sleep.
Several hours later,
Stormy, and Lightning had come to the house; they going to pick up the other
two children, I had Chase on my lap. He was playing as he sat there. The three
of us adults talked as the other children played. We looked to my younger son
in surprise,
“What did you just
say?” I asked Chase, Stormy looked at me with question,
“My baby son just
called me an ass, in another language.” I told her while I felt the heat on my
cheeks surface.
“I didn’t know he could
even say it,” I told them.
“Well, I guess I can
say he’s got a lot of spunk!” Stormy said with a chuckle. “My
kind of kid!”
“Oh just shut up! I
already know he’s like that!” I told her quickly as the color in my cheeks
faded away.
“Actually Stormy, I
think if you had any of my kids for more then a day you’d change that thought,
quickly, they can be brats, more than you’d ever believe.” She looked at me,
“Right, like I’d
believe something like that, Selena.”
“You don’t believe me;
I dare you to spend a week with at least one of them.”
“Alright, your on! I’ll take them all for you!”
“Agreed, a week from
today, you’ll have all ten of my children for one week!” Stormy nodded and
shook my hand,
“Should we add the
old hand shake in there, the one we did as children?”
“I don’t think so,
Stormy,” I responded rather quickly, not even wanting to think about that; it
was gross, that’s all I’ll say about that, and I didn’t want any of my children
picking it up, saying that I taught it to them.
“Let’s just leave it
at, agreed.”
“Gotcha!” Stormy said laughing at me.