I grew up with three younger brothers. Didn’t have any sisters, so I never understood the nature of girls and the things they needed or wanted. Let me break this down much more because it’s about my second oldest. That’s Alexandra (aka Lexie), if you’re just now tuning in to these stories from home or work. Growing up, I never had friends over for anything. The closest my friends got to my house was when we walked the same way after school, and on the weekends, if I hung out with my friends, it was because we all met up somewhere.
Maybe it was because the houses we lived in, during my childhood, were very small. Now let’s talked about Lexie, since this post is mainly about her. I’m finding that girls are alot more complicated that boys. All Cameron needs is a couple snacks, a bag of chips, and his video games. Once he’s in possession of those few things, I might not see him anymore that whole weekend. He doesn’t care to have his friends over, or go to their house. If he can reach them through the Playstation Network, that’s as good as real company.
But seriously, let’s look at the complexity of Lexi. If it were up to her, she’d have all of her best friends over every Friday evening through Sunday night at 8p, with just enough time to brush her teeth, shower, and go to bed. So she asks me if she can have two of her friends over one weekend, and two others the following weekend. I just looked at her like she was crazy.
“Heck no, you can’t have your friends imposing on my tranquility for two full weekends in a row. Hell no. That shit is not happening,” Is what I thought, but I didn’t say it. I told her that her request wasn’t very well thought out because there was no way that was going to be granted. (haha)
And of course she wants to know why. I didn’t answer her, but I said, you can have them over this weekend or next weekend, but not both.
Let me tell you why I gave her even that much. Girls are loud, obnoxious, and they laugh at everything. Everything seems to be a bunch of inside jokes and secrets, and when you check on them, they make you feel like you just walked into the wrong restroom. But hold on for a second. The situation gets a bit strange. She asks if her friends can come over, and then when they’re all here, somehow it becomes my dilemma as to what to do with them all. She’s like, “Dad we’re bored. Can you take us somewhere?”
“Uh hell no. What were you guys planning on doing when you invited them here?” I say.
“Well there’s nothing to do,” she says with her reinforcement team standing behind her, observing my responses, totally silent the whole time.
“Well Lexie, do your friends want to go home since there’s nothing to do?”
Suddenly, like a choir, they all speak up at the same time and say they don’t want to leave.
At that point, I look at Lexie and tell her she’s the host. As I’m getting ready to walk down the hallway to my room, I reminded her that I don’t care how bored she and her friends are. I will pick them up, drop them off, and even feed them in between, but I’m not going to bus you guys around spending my money. Enjoy yourselves here and have fun.
So they all go back into her room, and it’s amazing how fast they start giggling again.