Tuesday - We've been looking forward to tonight! Daddy is out-of-town so the plan is for a quiet movie night with the boys and then an early bedtime for us all!
6:00 pm: Supper is finished, starting cleanup and bath time
6:30 pm: The boys and I in our jammies, popcorn in hand, snuggled on the couch ready to watch a movie
7:45 pm: Boogs falls asleep on me -- one down!
8:00 pm: Nana and Aunty Kelly ring the doorbell and surprise us with Tim Bits and coffee
umm, someone obviously wasn't aware of the time. crappola - now everyone is WIDE awake.
10:00 pm: N & K head home and leave me with two little boys jacked up on sugar bouncing around the house like they're in a pinball machine
10:30 pm: timeout # 246 for each of them; finally resorted to tossing Boogs in his crib and Beebs in his room whilst whaling so loud I'm sure my neighbors called CFS
11:00 pm: I can't take it. The shrill of their screams is causing the windows to vibrate. I give up. I'm so tired. Need sleep. I bring the boys into bed with me and Murphy.
11:30 pm: After threats of taking away Boogs' susu forever and never letting Beebs go to
Preschool ever again as long as I live, they finally stop. Actually, more like collapse. The sugar has drained from their little bodies leaving them with barely enough energy to pull up the blankets. Finally - the moment Murph and I have been waiting for. War is over, peace has been restored, see ya in the morning, hello my friend sleep!
11:32 pm: I guess if my stinky little brother shoved his sweaty foot up my nose I too might react with both barrels blazing. double crappola. Wow, two minutes of sleep has made me....more angry. Hmm. I'm sure I still have some T3's somewhere from the last time I gave birth to these little hel*****, I mean blessings. Wonder if half a T3 each would have any lifelong adverse affects??
3:15 am - AHHHH. The dog is barking at the patio door ferociously. I jump out of bed and tip-toe down the hallway, my old Tae-Kwon-Do skills flooding back, bat in hand, ready to defend my homestead to possible intruders while sporting Medusa-like hair and granny gitch. I come around the corner and see......Murphy is barking at the snowman that's been in our backyard for weeks. Seriously? *rethinking the idea of a family pet all together*
6:00 am - one is thirsty, one has to poop, the other wants to go outside. I'm out-numbered.
Loved that! Except where you forgot to mention the phone call you made to me. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd the part about Murphy barking at the snowman...G does the same thing!! My neighbors built two snowmen in their backyard and the first few times G was too scared of them to go pee! Now, he just runs outside and barks like mad, does his thing, and runs quickly inside. Too funny!!
They are so silly.
ReplyDeleteHad it been the first time he laid eyes on the alien intruder in HIS backyard...ok. BUT, we built the snowman the first week of January!?