Badge by Doobster@ Mindfull Digressions
Crash!
Damm those kids.
Its 3am and they are just getting home.
Another night out clubbing and they arrive home at this late hour and bang and crash their way through the house.
Later when I challenge them about it they will swear they were being as quiet as a mouse and if they did wake me it was because I was awake anyway.
I do still poorly.
My brain hums and ahhs about sleep and I often argue with it in the loudest of ways.
Trouble is it so often argues back and I spend hours it seems living with a pandemonium of sounds binging from one side of my brain to the other.
I sometimes think it’s enough of a din around here as to wake the dead.
Bang crash boom…..Oh my but they’ve blown up the toaster again…..
Written for: http://lindaghill.com/2015/06/12/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-1315/
Morpethroad 
LOL —- love that last line —- it sounds so well – off the cuff casual – yet indifferent yet irked!
Great little gem here Michael 😀
Thank you Mercy, appreciate your kind comment.
Some days are like that!
They are indeed Dell. Enjoy your weekend.
Oh, I am–burning the midnight flame writing! Best to you!
We tried to be quiet, when sneaking home at a late hour growing up. Unfortunately, I would either knock into something, sending whatever it was crashing to the floor.
Or else I would accidentally step on that one creaky spot in the hall. I think my parents had that that creak installed. And here I just thought it was to be expected in an old house.
🙂
Every single time, without fail.
Yes indeed as if the fates conspired against you.
Exactly.
🙂
Been there and got the t-shirt. LOL
Oh no, not the toaster! Haha! Sounds like my eldest. 😛
Great S of C!
My husband and his brothers would sneak in through a basement window. Until their mother strategically placed various noisy things from under the window to the basement stairs.
One time I arrived home around 6:00 am. I met my father in the kitchen who commented on how early I had gotten up. That was before his first cup of coffee.
Your husband’s mother must have been a character……we had a priest once who if you turned up late for mass would ask why you were so early for the next one….