Darn gosh little kids.

Now, two things about me. One, I love little kids. They allow me to bring my inner child out and interact with them on their own level and just have, pure, plain, childish fun.

Two, I'm a huge introvert. Spending a day with a friend or two means I have to spend the next day or two completely alone (physically, at the least) or I will just not have a good time.

I have these 2 little cousins. Love them to death. The younger is about 4, and the older is 6-7. I'm not entirely sure. They've come over a lot in the past few days, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I went to my friend Avery's house with my friend Connor, and we played video games and shit and had a fuckton of fun. I went home the next day, which is today.
My little cousins were there, and all I wanted to do was just not.
I wanted to lay on my bed, listen to music, and not talk to anyone ever.

But you can't do that when you're the only one in your family who your cousins want to play with.
Never have I wanted to punch a little kid in the face more than I did today.

When I got home, the first thing I did was go to my room, pack my things, and lay down for a nap.
Immediately, I hear a knock on my door
"BYRON, ARE YOU PLAYING PLANTS VS. ZOMBIES?"
"No."
"CAN I PLAY PLANTS VS. ZOMBIES?"
"No, I deleted it."
"UNDELETE IT."
"No."

Thank based God their mother came and took them out of my hair so I could nap.

After my nap, I got in a Skype call with some friends, and me and my friends are not a suitable habitat for this cactus little kids.
"Hey Byron, can we play now?", the oldest would come and ask me.
"I'm talking with my friends, maybe later."

I had no intention of playing with them later on, but that did not stop him from barging in every 10 seconds and saying "How about now?"

I don't know where I'm going with this, I'm just typing.
Eh.

He did this for about an hour straight until I physically had to push both of them out of my room and call his mom to get them.
They tried to block me at the door.

They failed.

I don't want them here as often as they have been ever again.
This was Hell.