This weekend, due to some home reovations, we had the first Dowling family slumber party in the basement. I had the place set up so nicely. Pull out couch for me and Sean, and two double sized aerobeds for the kids. I made them, put all their necessary stuffies and other random items on the bed, put a few night lights in appropriate places, rented a G rated family flick, got some popcorn, etc etc. All they could possibly need.
We went to a friend's house for dinner and arrived home around 8:15. Kids were in jammies. Movie went in and I hoped for a quiet drift off into slumber, with Horton Hears a Who lulling everyone into happy sleep. HA! How naive I am. The issues began quickly. There was drama over blanket distribution, space per child, amount of popcorn each child was given to start. There was also a lot of whispering and giggling, which was cute for the first 15 minutes or so but then quickly wore on my nerves.
We quickly moved into phase two of annoyances--all body related and not pleasant: poops, coughing, a loose tooth that was barely hanging on.... Phase two led to phase three--the overtired and extremely dramatic WHINE! This is where I lost my patience. I held on for a long time, but then, just like that, I LOST.MY.PATIENCE. Folks, it was not pretty. It was riddled with me making ridiculous threats about people sleeping in the garage with the mice---not my proudest parenting moment.....
At about 11:30 all were finally asleep, but there were several more wake up calls in them iddle of the night. And somehow, the two men of the house slept through it all. That ability to sleep through ANYTHING chromosome....we women got gipped.
Sweet Dreams
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