No...this is not a Charles Dickens story.
Not even close...
It's the clash of families ....
No, not Romeo and Juliet
It's the battle of the ages...
and it's not wrestling....
It's the Laundry Pile.
The Professor grew up in a house that was Quiet.
I don't meant .... Quiet. I mean quiet.
They rarely talked to each other... conversations were not normal.
The professor spent most of his time as a kids with Legos. ..
I grew up in a house that was Loud.
not LOUD -- but a normal sort of loud.
My brothers were constantly wrestling.
His brothers, 10 years younger, were not physical. They were mental.
Video games, board games, card games, action figures, comics...
not much loud even when they came along.
Since This mom grew up in a loud, wrestling, playing, goofy, talking sort of house..
and I'm the one that's home with the kids the most...
Guess what sort of household the Laundry Pile contains.
Boy you're good.
I don't like bickering, drama and whining -- but loud boisterous play is quite aloud (except during school time) (snicker -- aloud...snicker)
Sometimes the Professor comes home to LOUD ... and I think he feels like the Teapot holding the tempest...he's not sure how much he can hold and the look on his face tells me he's afraid he'll break.
My professor needs a study -- or a tower where he can escape the noise and ruckous ...
and I don't have to worry about making the kids do something I'm not capable of doing --
which is being quiet.
Until I can find a study or a tower -- I guess we'll modify things a bit...
or buy some ear plugs.