Why does it bother me so badly when the neighborhood kids play in my front yard?? It didn't bother me so much when it was my own kids... but still, they're just kids, right? I mean sheesh, they're chasing each other with broomsticks, and playing keep away with a ball, not dealing drugs out of a 78 Trans Am!
But they have a tendency to um, trample my flowers every now and then. And sometimes they get their footballs stuck in my maple tree that is already trying to decide whether to live or die. And it irritates me.
Sometimes I go out and talk to them and point out the places where I've planted flowers.
...and see the green little leaves that are coming up and won't really keep growing if you keep hulahooping through here? Doyouseethem? And could you guys help them by sort of moving your game to the other side of the street? ...Which they politely agree to do - for the good of the flowers and everything. And I think they really do intend to TRY to stay out of my very large flowerbeds. But 10 minutes later the ball has rolled across the street, or the wagon game gets out of control or whatever.
It's not that I don't like the kids. I know and like them from substitute teaching at school. And when they come to the door selling Girl Scout Cookies, or Boy Scout Popcorn I do try to always buy something. I try to smile and be nice. Because they are good kids, and also because I don't want to be constantly cleaning egg off my house in about 5 years if they decide I've always been a mean old lady.
the past few days, when they've left things in my yard, I've been taking them. You know, I drive in at 10pm and the broom handles they were dueling with earlier in the day are both laying in my flowerbeds. So I picked them up and put them in the trashcan in my garage. The next day it was a slightly deflated basketball in the middle of my lawn.
And as I was putting the ball in the bottom of my trashcan, I had a sudden flashback to this (caution: several swear words...)
and I realized I am slowly but surely becoming Rita Delvecchio.
Welcome to the neighborhood, lady.