Pick your battle

Last week was the end of school. Next week is daycamp. This week in between? Is the lost week wherein I completely forgot that there is nothing this week with which to tie up the boys, er, um, I mean, keep the boys occupied. So they are home, alone together.

I'm sure from my tales of woe regarding Boy 1, you understand my trepidation over leaving Boy 1 and Boy 2 and my house and Dog alone for the day, for an entire week. You can understand how I may spend many minutes at work wondering if my house is still standing. If Boy 2 has been sold to the gypsies yet. And if I will get a cut of that sale?

So far, I have been (to be honest) completely surprised. No fighting, no hurting, no bad tempers. Boy 1 has been great, even though Boy 2 has pulled the "you're not the boss of me" once or twice. I realize it's only two days into it, but still, two days of good behavior is great here. It's practically a record.

It also should have made me suspicious.

When getting ready for bed tonight, Boy 2 asked if he could sleep in the living room. This is a weekend treat, and I reminded him of that. He then said he couldn't sleep in his bed, so I offered to get him all tucked in the way he likes with his animals to help him get to sleep.

That wasn't the problem.

It seems my beloved heathens were hot this afternoon. And so played with the hose. (do you hear the scary music in the background?) Boy 2 got Boy 1 with the water, and when Boy 1 went to return the favor, Boy 2 ran in the house. Into his room, which is next to the back door. Which is next to the hose. So Boy 1 BROUGHT THE HOSE INSIDE. AND USED IT.

Anyone looking for a slightly damp mattress?

Boy 1 spent quite a while attempting to dry the mattress with my hair dryer, tonight. Not this afternoon, since their way of dealing with it then was to cover it with blankets. Brilliant. We had a long, nagging chat reminding them both that the hose belongs outside and should not come inside and water play (get your mind out of the gutter) belongs outside as well.

I suppose I'd prefer a wet mattress to anger and bludgeoning, but still.