After a fatiguing 17 mile run, I returned home. BoBo had been sitting YaYa AND the two boys down the street had come by as well. The house showed signs of good times being had by all.
I entered the home and made a b-line to the bathroom. My gastrointestinal tract had waited to complain about the long run, but now my visit to the bathroom was urgent. I made my way to the kitchen next where 4 empty packages of Go-Gurt’s lay on the counter. In the living room was the box of Cheese-It’s. I grabbed the box, along with a cold bottle Accelerade, and made for the shower.
The stairs felt steeper than usual. My legs complained with each step. I took a deep breath and powered up them to find the light left on in YaYa’s room. I found two large boxes of toys open in the center of the room, and toys strewn about. *sigh* I turned off the light and went into my room.
My room was not much better. The bed, which I made this morning, was a mess. The pillows were on the floor beside three pairs of little shoes. Humm? The smell of little monkeys jumping on my bed was still in the air. Although BoBo’s shoes were not in the room, I suspect that he had a huge part in the fun as well.
The fact that I didn’t get any calls complaining about the brother’s fighting was great. If the disastrous mess throughout the house is the price I pay (along with a small fee to my money hungry teen) then so be it. That in itself makes today’s run a success.