Honey, we got Tp'd.

So yesterday as I was road ragging driving home from work, I thought about how my oldest was now 14 and how fast time flies. Holy crap. She's going into HS this year. Homecoming Dances. Football games. Soccer Games. Basketball Games. Hockey Games. (She'll be cheering at them all. That should keep her out of any trouble I hope!) Half-time performances. Peer pressure. Oh god, peer pressure.

So what did I do? I opened a bottle of wine after dinner. Just needed to reflect and start planning my next move. This is a whole new ball game of parenting. I cannot fail her. Crap. What are we going to do? I wish I could pause where she's at. Well, rewind a few years back to say...11. That was doable. It's funny a thing, this whole parenting. Every year has it's own little kinks. "Terrible Two's" etc. I need a manual.

Justin and I talked about what our next moves would be in this game.  We decided against some of the ideas like "lets lock the doors every night with a screw gun or get camera's installed." Those scream crazy people. We are not crazy people. Not yet anyways.  11:15 pm rolls around and that's pretty late for a work night, we should get to bed. So we go down stairs to where our Master Suite bedroom is and lights out.

Fast forward to this morning. Justin is feeding Jack his bottle while I'm getting ready for work. I hear him coming downstairs a little earlier than usual and he say's "honey, we got tp'd."

Huh.

"We were tp'd" he says again.

"How do you know?" I ask. Really. How do you think he knows idiot?

"I was feeding Jack and saw it blowing around outside." DUH. For the record, I'll blame the wine consumption combined with lack of sleep and stress of children.

Now, I did my fair share of tp'ing back in High School. It was the thing to do during Homecoming Week. Drive around and tp anyone older. Or School Staff. We got them too. There may have been eggs involved in some instances. At least we weren't out doing drugs right?

So I go outside and survey the damage. Thinking of how mad I'll be if it rains before we get this mess clean.

Rookies! I actually had to laugh. Not that I will give tips to my Daughter or her friends. It was definitely a rushed job. They left a pile of plastic forks on the sidewalk along with a pile of rubber bands. Ha! We were almost forked and almost rubber banded. For those not up on the vandalism lingo, you stick the plastic forks into the grass all over the front yard. Then, pieces break off and it's nearly impossible to get all the pieces out of your yard. As for the rubber bands. You spread those out all over the drive way. It's not very easy to sweep up rubber bands from your drive way. Try it. Will drive you insane, instantly.

I have vision's of setting up a nice chair in our front bushes (if we had front bushes, this is just a vision remember) with a bottle of wine and the hose ready to go. I could sit there all night waiting.

I will leave you today with photos of the job NOT well done.

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So it begins.