I look forward to bedtime ALL DAY LONG. It will be 7:00 a.m. and I am double checking that the clock actually means a.m. I get SO excited for 7:00. At the dining room table when everyone is complaining about whatever food I just took one to three hours of my day to prepare, it doesn't even phase me that one kid keeps running to the trashcan to spit (what he thinks are) indiscreet bites of his entree out, or that a fart was slowly released over the crowd of familial diners, or that milk is spilled an average of three times per day during any given meal. Nope. None of this bothers me one little bit, because I know something the five year old and the two year old don't know.
I know how to tell time.
Better step up your time tellin' game, kids.
By now, you guys know I love pictures of things. And, I love matching up pictures of random crap to my emotions. So, here it goes.
Me. Before Bedtime.
"I don't care who said what!!! Get ready for school NOW!!!"
"THERE ARE NO LUCKY CHARMS!!! ONLY KIX!!!"
"Get in your beds or I will disown you."
Me. After The Kids Are In Bed.
"I'm going to party like it's 1999, so, no. You may not get back up for water."
Several moments of silence pass...
They are all asleep...
THANK YOU, BABY JESUS.