The People Who Choose To Love Me

The People Who Choose To Love Me
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Friday, August 21, 2015

Ain't No Party Like A Bedtime Party!!

Bedtime... (Just imagine me wistfully sighing while I say the word)

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!!!"


"AFTER YOU HANG YOUR CLOTHES UP I WILL FEED YOU THE COCK-A-DOODIE RABBIT I JUST BOILED FOR YOUR DINNER. NO WIRE HANGERS!!!!"


"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."

SELF. EXPLANATORY.


"Maybe you didn't hear me the first time. No. More. Water. Go. To BED."
Several moments of silence pass...
They are all asleep...
THANK YOU, BABY JESUS.

 














7 comments:

  1. I had never thought to high five a million angels but I'm totally doing that in the future. I just have the one kid to get to bed so a million angels is probably enough. Oh, and I like the last sentence of "Thank you Baby Jesus". Because we all know that Baby Jesus is the best one.

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    1. Sweet 6lb, 8oz, baby Jesus. I love Will Ferrell in an inappropriate way. I want to touch his hair. And, every night, we can pretend there is a cloud of a million angels hovering between your house and mine and we can tag team those suckers with praise. Every time I look into the sky and see a cloud of a million angels, I'll know you're looking up toward heaven and seeing the same cloud of invisible angels.

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    2. Goddamn that's beautiful.
      *wipes away a tear*

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  2. Great post! I only had 2 kids (now in their 20's) and I can still relate! Keep'em coming.

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    1. Thanks for reading, Shawn. Really enjoyed your blog this morning. :)

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  3. When I hear "I need more water. I'm still thirsty" bit from my kids, I'm half tempted to grab the water hose.

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    1. You really are a creative problem solver! I'm storing that one away in the old memory banks.

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