No Creativity Whatsoever!

Saturday's are supposed to be stress free or at least that's what I heard. But not this Saturday though. Both wifey and me slept in late like we normally do on Saturdays cos we get up at 6am every single school day.

After waking somewhere in the late 9am, we go downstairs to do our usual weekend chores. Wifey asks the younger boy to run up and get her hair clip cos she forgot to take it down with her. The young fellow runs up and suddenly we hear this loud crack, like something snapped.

We're not really sure where it came from but it was sure loud. I look around the house and see that things are okay. I ask wifey if things at her side are in order and she says yes. Then the little fellow comes down and wifey asks him if that sound originated from him.

He's got this nervous look on his face and tells wifey that he dropped the hair clip. I stop what I'm doing and say no way would a hair clip sound like that falling on the floor. Even wifey doesn't buy that. That little brat is known to be up to mischief always.

So she heads upstairs with me in tow but the little fellow runs up the stairs into our room first and starts looking under the bed. Both me and wifey walk in and ask him what really happened. He looks at us with this same nervous but now sweaty look and tells her he dropped her makeup kit from the wardrobe.

We open the wardrobe and everything looks fine cos if he really did drop it, wifey's make up would be all messed up. And even dropping her entire makeup kit wouldn't elicit the loud crack we heard. That's when wifey starts losing her temper. There is one thing that she totally dislikes is someone not telling the truth and trying to make up illogical excuses.

After some screaming from her, he finally tells us he jumped on the bed and it broke. Oh man, that's when I rush to look under the bed and sure enough, two of the wooden platform that supports the mattress is shattered and almost broken in two! I was speechless, well not exactly speechless cos I started giving him an earful about jumping on beds, especially ours!

A few years back his older brother did the same thing and snapped one of those wooden platforms and never told us about it until the top half of the bed almost caved in when we called it a night and now the younger brat does the very same thing. What the heck do they think our bed is? A WWF wrestling ring?

Wifey is livid with anger and gives him three or four more earfuls which leaves him in tears running off to lock himself in his room. I'm left standing there fuming and figuring out just how the heck are we going to sleep tonight. Both wifey and me are just too pent up with rage that we just leave the broken bed and head down to continue our chores and cool down a little.

The thing is, the sound was so loud that we all heard it from downstairs and the best excuse he could come up with was the hair clip dropped. Then upon being pressed, he says the makeup kit dropped. God, what does he think we are? Doofusses?

At least make up a more convincing excuse like a gateway to Atlantis opened up and some fish eyed Atlantians tried to come through and he shoved them all back and closed the portal with a resoundingly loud crack and saved the day or something. That would have been more believable. No creativity whatsoever!

That boy is just one kid that is getting harder and harder to handle these days. We'll have to tell him not do this or that over and over and over again yet, he'll keep on doing it over and over and over again. We tell him not to bring all his toys down to the hall and he'll do just that. We tell him not to pull Pebbles by the tail and that's just what he'll do. He just doesn't listen much, either that or he just doesn't want to listen.

The one bad thing about him, in fact both the boys, that really bugs wifey and me is that they will never own up to doing something even though we both know they did it. They'll make up all kinds of excuses, lame ones at that until wifey blows up and only then will they tell the truth. She wouldn't be so mad if they would only admit to the mischief.

I don't think I was ever this mischievous in my childhood. At least I was creative enough to make up more believable excuses when I got in trouble which most of the time worked on my mom ... and if that failed, I blamed my cousins ... hahaha! Ok, ok, I'm not much of a role model but hey, it's not easy being a parent to a brat, you know.

Oh well, no use being angry with him for too long cos no matter what the bed will still remain broken. He's been banned from entering our room and from doing a few other things. I couldn't hear what wifey was lecturing him about later when he came down from his room but I heard snippets of things like 'you're not allowed to ...' and 'You're banned from ...', something along those lines.

I really don't think it will amount to much cos he'll be a role model child for today and tomorrow he'll be back to his usual bratty self. Well, I will at least have a bed to sleep on tonight cos I did some emergency carpentry work, without slicing my fingers or anything which is a miracle in itself and managed to fix the bed. Not a professional job, let's just say it's held together by wires, ropes, spit and a whole lot of prayer. Hopefully it won't collapse tonight ... LOL!

But if you do hear an ear shattering thud tonight on a richter scale of 9.0, fret not cos that's just our bed giving out on us ... LOL!
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