Hitting the Crazy Juice

One of my best friends, Julia, came to visit us this Tuesday.  It was an impromptu delight.  We went to the Natural History Museum (no, I can’t get enough) and then she stayed for dinner and helped us decorate our Christmas tree.

All fine and dandy, EXCEPT  . . . my kids decided to Hit the Crazy Juice that day.  For reasons which I cannot fathom, they pulled a series of annoying, nutty stunts far, far beyond the pale of what’s considered normal around here.  In the hours before dinner, they:

  • Were caught jumping on my bed, along with all the sleeping bags they could find.
  • Were caught rooting around in the crawlspace
  • Later, all the dinner knives were found missing.  Turns out they had been hidden in the crawlspace as well.
  • “We were playing hide-and-seek,” explained Jeffrey.  “The knives were the people we were looking for.”
  • Only Jeff’s friend, Win, knew where the knives were hidden.
  • [insert Wrath of Mom here]
  • THEN they wanted to play “Human Avalanche”
  • I said “No”
  • “How about we just roll the beanbag chair down the stairs?”
  • “No”
  • “How about we put the beanbag chair at the bottom of the stairs and we take turns jumping off the stairs and landing on the beanbag chair?”
  • “NO”

Then, dinner.  I don’t think any of the kids ate anything, but they made the most interesting sculptures with their mashed potatoes.

The actual tree decoration was less Norman Rockwell and more running-around-and-screaming.  Katie especially found screaming to be quite the delight.

Julia, if you’re reading this, just know that this is not the normal modus operandi for the family.  Excepting the Katie screams, of course.

4 thoughts on “Hitting the Crazy Juice

  1. We have crazy-juice days too. More than I care to recall. I try to remind myself that some days are like that, even in Australia.

  2. Brooke-Julia seems to bring out the “best” in my kids too….I’m beginning to think there is a link….(insert mysterious music here…..bum-bum-bummmmm 🙂

  3. What is it about kids being their worst around those they see least so all your distant friends and family think you’re raising wild devil spawn? I’ve had more of those nights than I can recall (or care to recall). Isn’t great, though to have friends who stick around even through nights of crazy juice and will be there when they grow up and finally become sane, fairly well adjusted adults! 🙂 Then you’ll finally be able to say,”see! I told you!”

  4. I can concur with the crazy kids/ Julia link. We went to see the lights at temple square with her last week. There was all sorts of insane melting down happening by the end of that outing. 🙂 I think between the three families we may have convinced her that the single life has its undeniable perks.

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