Grumpy Old Man

Now that I am closing in on 35 (very quickly) I feel like I am moving out of the young, immature adult phase and so I suppose I would now be classified as an old, immature adult. After my performance last night the term "grumpy old man" might be more appropriate.

I was on the couch at about 9:00 watching a little TV, Mindy was upstairs and settling the kids to sleep when the doorbell rang. Strange to get a caller so late but when opening the door, there was no one there...however, I saw two local teenagers running out of my front yard. Knowing that the bell, plus our two Chihuahuas going crazy would have completely disrupted the kids gettting to sleep, I felt my blood boil.

I went out our back door and around the side of the house and waited a couple of minutes before I saw the kids re-appear from down the street. As they approached, I crossed our front yard to confront them - I must have been quite the sight in a black T-shirt and black shorts - and they froze upon seeing me. I threw out a berating tirade, calling them "knuckle heads" and explaining to them why it was not such a good idea to be ringing doorbells and waking kids up. While they said that it was not them (perhaps I really do look that stupid?), a humble apology was offered for them being in my yard (something they did admit to). I certainly I made my point quite clear and I think they will think twice before selecting our house as a target for their nonsense in the future.

After coming inside, I realised that this was the first time that I have had to be a cranky adult like that. Hopefully, at least with these kids, this will be the last.