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Saturday, January 17, 2009

Is this weird or what?

The Boy has a best friend, a kid that spends a LOT of time at our house. Actually more time than the Girl spends here, it seems like. Anyhow, the friend is very much at home here and I like him and the Boy and he have an interesting relationship, so it's good that he's here.

Except... he often comes over and just falls asleep here. Like this morning, he shows up at 10:30, says "hello", runs right upstairs, and pops into the Boy's bed for a nap. We were supposed to go and do some errands and friend asks if he can stay and take his nap instead of coming with us. Um, nope. That doesn't make me comfortable, so I haul him off in the car and we do the errands and come back home and he runs back upstairs and goes to sleep.

It's now hours later, he's still asleep, the Boy is downstairs watching some horrid game on TV, and I just don't get it. I really don't. The friend has a nice house and a nice bed in a nice bedroom. It's not a palace, but heck, neither is our house. And that's putting it mildly. But he likes to sleep here more.

Now, this would make sense if the Boy had a nice clean room, but his room is a sty. I mean that in all sense of the word. It's disgusting. Plus, he will not sleep with sheets on his bed, so there is a bare mattress that is less than attractive. Yes, it's a nice comfy bed. It's fairly new and was never jumped on, but yuck. Just yuck. He has sheets, but he hates them. They wrinkle under him and he's the prince and the pea. The wrinkles bother him. (I'm rolling my eyes here.)

I can barely stand to enter that room, never mind nap on that bed. I shudder to think about it, but the friend? He's in heaven up there.

Could you please explain this to me. Please?

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