I don't know why my kids get upset over getting sent to their room.
"You stay home from church and you will spend the entire day in your room. Alone."
This is a serious threat. One that causes much introspection-
-sitting three hours in church, trying to be quiet and not make farting noises with my armpit.
-spending the whole day in my room where I can make all the fart noises I want, but with no one to hear them.
It's a dilemma. For a 9 year-old boy.
Not for me.
Give me any choice and lay it up against spending an entire day alone, it's a no-brainer.
Send me to my room.
And, for heaven's sake, lock the door!
Yesterday, without even being naughty, I got my wish. I spent the whole day- All. By. Myself.
Long story short- I was going to Utah county twice in a week and decided to make it one long trip instead of two short ones. (I'm really good at math, can you tell?) So, I called my sister and begged and pleaded for her to let me stay. (Not really. I didn't have to beg. Cuz she likes me. A lot. Can you blame her?)
So, Wednesday morning I woke up to a state prisoner's nightmare and my heaven- solitary confinement. Of course, inmates don't get to have their sister make them breakfast before work, and they probably don't have a big TV to watch. Also, I doubt they get to paint their nails or dance around the house to Rascal Flatts. But, I did.
Funny how life changes your perspective. Just like I used to hate brocolli and naps, I can now appreciate being all alone. No fingers under the bathroom door. No emergency trips to the school to deliver homework or tampons. (Not kidding, people.) No "make me a sandwich" or "come put your password in the computer" or "why aren't there any bananas?"
Just me, my computer, a TV and a fridge filled with food and diet Coke. I may never go home.
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