So it's my first summer Sunday.  Summer Sundays are the best  because that Sunday night deep breath, oh Lordy it's another crazy week feeling I usually have on Sunday nights suddenly vanishes.  Now the sun suddenly disappears and it's like, oh Lordy, I don't have any single thing on the calendar except hang with kids, deal with naps, hang with kids.  It's a glorious thought.  So the sun is setting and I'm screwing around on the computer and Elie and Sol have both been seemingly asleep for forty five minutes or so.  A few times I thought I heard something, but then it was quiet again for a long spell.  And then I hear the door creek.  And my wild haired girl,  picture a jacked up, electrocuted Einstein with a big, pink Strawberry Shortcake band-aid below her eyebrow, shuffles out.  She spots some floss sitting by the computer (don't ask...) and says, Uh, Mama...uh, I, I just forgot to floss.  So I give her the floss instead of the talking to she'd get on a real Sunday night.  Because we're caught up in the novelty of new Sunday mode, I don't really care that much and go gently, go mellow. Let her floss.  We hang.  Talk to Auntie Hilary on the phone.  Tell her about the sorta minty floss.   And then I bring her back in the room.
The first thing I notice is that the white noise machine has been turned off.  Or rather, unplugged.  Then I see that both the Princess and the Cat in the Hat night lights are turned on.  I put her in the bed and whisper some sort of terse remark about not playing with the outlets.  I then glance into Sol's crib.  It's been newly adorned with all sorts of random toys from their room, apparently while he was sleeping.  I mumble something about leaving his crib alone, especially when he's asleep and she loudly whispers something about how she wanted to give him all his special babies.  I tiptoe out at which point Big Sol must realize there's a party in his room, stands from his sleep, and begins jumping up and down. 
Holy goodness.  School or no school, won't these children just sleep already?
 
 
2 comments:
Ha ha! Yes, the times Tim and I have yelled, "Just GO TO BED!" Ah, yes, parenting moments at their finest seem to appear AFTER "bedtime"....
Hey - I am certainly happy to find this. cool job!
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