If you were following my tweets of Saturday evening (April 24) you know I had a small house party. Just a few close friends; there was wine, there was music and lots of laughter. We snacked on pita and hummus; various cheeses and champagne grapes. I served red and white and vodka drinks for those who don't care for wine. There were various flavored seltzers and juices for my non-alcoholic friends. It was fun. Eventually, I traded the jazz for reggaeton as I usually do. Then there was dancing (holla to my Portuguese roots!). More fun.
Then my friends opted to move the party to a club; I opted to change out of my dress and go to bed. I cleaned up the house and left incense smoldering as I climbed the stairs for my respite.
But something happened in the night... My first thought upon waking this morning was how gorgeous the rain sounded on the roof outside my window; see my tweet to that effect. My next thought was how delicious a steaming hot latte would be. As I made my way down the staircase outside my bedroom door, I smelled... what, exactly? Couldn't say at the time. However...
The kitchen further told the tale. Take a look at this.
Exhibits B, C and D:
Half eaten sheet pizza, empty cat food containers
(so they tried to feed the cats??), sink full of dishes.
What went on here?
I'll tell you what happened. See that dude to the left? HE happened. That's my son. And I've seen his handi-work before. Mostly in his bedroom. Then, sometimes threats (clean this up or you're grounded!) or even bribery (get it done and we can go to Barnes and Noble, ok?) are required to motivate him. He's a teenager; that's how they are. And the mess above? That's what they do.
Let this be a warning to men and women everywhere. You may plan and host a perfectly civilized, even stylish house party some random Saturday evening. There may be elevated things such as jazz and good wine and exhibits of professionally-trained dancing technique. Still, teenaged boys may steal into your home after all is said and done, and create the kind of havoc you see above. Be warned, and lay cautionary plans, now.
At present, the only thing keeping me balanced and sane is the knowledge that the dishwasher is empty (the boys can stack it quickly when they wake up) and cold pizza is fine to eat (enjoy your breakfast, boys!). Also my entry foyer, the one clean patch in my home, is keeping me sane. See those stairs behind the pretty table with the pretty flowers, Goddess bust, pretty crystal and candle? They lead right... back up... to my bedroom!
6:12 p.m. Update
Behold! The boy is on KP duty, to make amends. Victory. :)