I am one of the women in charge of the kids at church and we had one of our quarterly activities this morning. Truthfully, I wasn't completely looking forward to spending my entire morning with a bunch of kids, especially since my husband wasn't going to be able to attend and help out. Normally, I recruit him to help since Danny does tend to get overstimulated at these type of activities, and since I am one of three women in charge, it gets really tricky keeping Danny calm while also dealing with all the other kids. And as of November, Charlotte is 3 and is officially old enough to join in the kids' parties. So, I would definitely have my hands full.
As we all congregated in the Primary room awaiting instructions for the activities, a couple of the kids got really rambunctious. They were rolling around on the floor, making all kinds of weird noises and laughing at each other. They reminded me of two puppies, wrestling and climbing all over each other. They were making it really difficult for anyone to hear the directions. Luckily, all the other kids (minus these two hyperactive monkeys on crack) were pretty calm and respectful; they sat quietly and listened as best they could.
It really made me wonder about these two feral children (who happen to be siblings). I mean, what did their mother feed them for breakfast, an IV sugar drip with caffeine for extra boost? Why doesn't she teach them to sit still and respect their elders? Where in the name of everything that is holy do they get all that energy? Does she provide any structure or discipline at home at all? Or are they just allowed to run around and behave like neanderthals on speed? What happened to them to make them so weird and unmanageable?
I would call that mother and ask her these questions, only the mother happens to be me.
At one point, I muttered half to myself, "Why is it always my kids that are out of control at parties?" A friend of mine just smiled and said, "Because they really like to have fun."
I guess that is one way of looking at it.