Every once in a while I will pretend that I don't have kids and stay up super late hanging out with Mike. I blame the fact that we had approximately 1 month of newly married life before an in-utero child made it so that I literally could not keep my eyes open past 9 p.m., and even if I did stay up, I was sure to be holding back throwing up all over the place while we hung out, which was a real downer. Last year around this exact time Mike and I took a little overnight vaca while my parents watched older ones.
Nights like last night- where I don't put a time limit on our time together- are a really rare thing because the next day almost always promises to kick me in the ovaries repeatedly from sun up to sun down. The problem seems to be that the girls can smell that I have been up late. Or in this case Bernadette could smell it. And it must have smelled like candy or oreos because she was all over it like it was her favorite treat in the world.
I think the clock was coming close to the 12:30 a.m. mark when we realized it would probably be a good idea to act like we had responsibilities, and even though Bernadette has been sleeping fine through the night and never EVER sleeps with us in our bed and NEVER attempts to climb up there with us, it was a frizzy haired Beezie that greeted me in bed circa 2:30 a.m.
Then again at 2:50.
Then Lucy woke up around 3 or something.
Then kids were up screaming around 6.
Do you really care about this?
Ok, I will stop.
Even though somewhere in my body I summoned the strength to greet the day and all three girls, it was again Bernadette who decided to dump apple juice allllll over the kitchen and somehow in Naomi's hair while I briefly stepped out during the still hazy breakfast hour.
Somehow I managed a trip out to the grocery store with all three without losing my mind (miracle of miracles) and purchased a new mop with which to clean the sticky kitchen floor, and I will let you guess whether or not that has actually happened.
And then I sent them outside for Naomi to soak her hair in the sprinkler so that i would not have to bathe them again because it has only been 2 days since there last bath and I try to stick to a no more than 1 bath a week schedule. And I like my schedules.
The only way I am managing to type this is that I put on some Jesus worship CD for the girls, which I would ordinarily never do so they think it is super exciting, and it sounds like they are alternating between body surfing (do people do that anymore?) and singing along so I will call that my religion lesson for the day.
I am pretty sure my pillow will be greeting my head by no-later than 9:59 tonight, because I am old and boring and taking care of kids is hard. But I wish I could hang out like a college student every single night, because hanging out with Mike is way more fun.