My husband always complains that I stay up to late. He on the other hand is tits-up on the couch by 9:00 whilst I prefer to adjourn about 1 or 2 AM. There is a reason I stay up until then, other than the piece and quiet, it is because bedtime in our house makes me crazy. Take last night for example.
For what ever reason we all decided to go to bed around the same time, so first there is the mad scramble for one of the two bathrooms. Grady beats Lindsay by seconds and proceeds to dither around and take twice as long as usual just to annoy his sister. Meanwhile, she is on the other side of the door hissing threats and calling him unmentionable names. Sid had already gone to bed half an hour earlier but now with the commotion is awake and adding to the general noise level.
Grady finally finishes in the bathroom, dodges a well aimed blow from Lindsay and heads to his room. Then the long good nights start, it's like an episode from the friggin' Walton's. Everybody has to say "Goodnights" and "I love yous" to everyone else. First time around it is sweet, but by third time I've had enough and my "Good night, I love you" has become "shut the fuck up and go to sleep".
By now, it is now past 11:00 and the kids are still calling back and forth, while my threats fall on deaf ears. Lindsay decides she is going to shower - why now when she has had all evening is beyond me. Doors are opening and closing, lights flashing on and off, music playing and cupboards are rifled through, as she searches for god know what.
Finally silence, and I'm finally drifting off when the overhead light flicks on and Lindsay announces she is going over to her girlfriends house because said girlfriend has had fight with her boyfriend. Seriously at 11:30 ? By now truthfully I don't even care. Off she goes, slamming front door on her way. Immediately Grady starts up, "What was that ?". "Lindsay went to friend house". Questions continue "Why". Me, Don't know, don't care. Shut up and go to sleep" .
Quiet once again, and then I get a nudge from my husband. "I heard something downstairs" he whispers. "You should down and check it out" he continues. Are you fucking kidding me ? If I go downstairs now I'm just going to keep on going and not look back. Good night.
For what ever reason we all decided to go to bed around the same time, so first there is the mad scramble for one of the two bathrooms. Grady beats Lindsay by seconds and proceeds to dither around and take twice as long as usual just to annoy his sister. Meanwhile, she is on the other side of the door hissing threats and calling him unmentionable names. Sid had already gone to bed half an hour earlier but now with the commotion is awake and adding to the general noise level.
Grady finally finishes in the bathroom, dodges a well aimed blow from Lindsay and heads to his room. Then the long good nights start, it's like an episode from the friggin' Walton's. Everybody has to say "Goodnights" and "I love yous" to everyone else. First time around it is sweet, but by third time I've had enough and my "Good night, I love you" has become "shut the fuck up and go to sleep".
By now, it is now past 11:00 and the kids are still calling back and forth, while my threats fall on deaf ears. Lindsay decides she is going to shower - why now when she has had all evening is beyond me. Doors are opening and closing, lights flashing on and off, music playing and cupboards are rifled through, as she searches for god know what.
Finally silence, and I'm finally drifting off when the overhead light flicks on and Lindsay announces she is going over to her girlfriends house because said girlfriend has had fight with her boyfriend. Seriously at 11:30 ? By now truthfully I don't even care. Off she goes, slamming front door on her way. Immediately Grady starts up, "What was that ?". "Lindsay went to friend house". Questions continue "Why". Me, Don't know, don't care. Shut up and go to sleep" .
Quiet once again, and then I get a nudge from my husband. "I heard something downstairs" he whispers. "You should down and check it out" he continues. Are you fucking kidding me ? If I go downstairs now I'm just going to keep on going and not look back. Good night.
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