LaLaGirl – Twinfinite Chaos! Parenting Multiples and Dealing with Autism

That’s me!

I really was annoyed the 4th of July celebrations that went on on in my neighborhood. I’m generally not a big party pooper, and I like to host the occasional shindig myself. The block party that went on over here, though, was just nuts! First of all, it wasn’t on my block, so we weren’t invited. Ha! It was on the street you turn on to get to my street – the only entrance/exit we have available to us by vehicle. They always do it up crazy for the 4th, but this year was just – crazy! They had one of those long stainless steel grills you can rent, all full of meat. They had several tables with big, professional looking chafing dishes full of food. They had a huge bouncy castle. They had a full bar set up, with a bartender. There was even a row of porta-potties! It was looking like a lot of fun when I left to go to my parents’ house.

When I came home, however, it was ridiculous! There were cars lining both sides of the main road for blocks and blocks, and people walking down the street and sidewalks towards my little neighborhood like they were on their way to a concert or something! I turned on our street and the entire street was blocked with a wall of teenagers, surrounding a couple of breakdancers. Ha! There was a DJ and a bunch of giant speakers, and they were bumping hip hop so loud it rattled my car windows. I had to iiiiinch my way through a little at a time, and finally the DJ came on the PA and said, “Y’all better get out the road so these cars can get through!” Thanks, Mr. DJ. It looked like a BET video out there! HUNDREDS of people, and about as many teenagers as I see milling about the grassy areas of Kayley’s school at 3 o’clock.

They must have a good illegal fireworks hookup too, because they started shooting off fireworks about 9 p.m. and it didn’t stop until right around 11. It diminished significantly between 10:30 and 11, but for a straight hour and a half, we heard pops and sizzles and booms right outside the kids’ bedroom window about every 20 seconds! The kids were FASCINATED by this at first – we had our own professional looking fireworks show we could watch from their bedroom! But eventually they started to get tired, and scared by all the noise. And the music. And the people shouting and laughing from the sidewalk below.

I can’t even imagine hosting an event of that magnitude. I’ll bet if you combined every person Paul and I know, it wouldn’t total half the amount of people running around outside last night. And…fireworks are illegal in Denver! Yet, they managed to set off big, professional, dangerous fireworks for A LONG ASS TIME and no cops ever rolled by. I went out on our balcony for a minute last night and saw a dozen or so cars parked on the road that runs behind our neighborhood, pulled over so they could watch our fireworks show! Is that just crazy?

And instead of being all, “Woo! Partay! Fireworks!” I’m thinking, “Shut UP already! It’s 11 at night! I don’t need to feel the bass from your speakers in my chest while I’m lying in bed!” Funny how becoming a parent just turns you into a giant crab, huh?

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