Kids are asleep; Jack is watching the game upstairs. He’ll probably come down at the commercial.
I can hear A1 “Mom! I can’t sleep!”. I’ll let Jack deal with her.
All it takes is for you to let the “I can’t sleep” or “I had a bad dream” slide one time and it’s over. Same goes for everything else. We’re not cruel, if they really can’t sleep or had a bad dream we do what we gotta do, but when they come down saying “I had a bad dream” 45 seconds after you’ve put them to bed, usually that’s a good hint that they’re faking.
Jack was unloading the dishwasher during the first period. Now that’s love. Our Hockey team is eliminated from the playoffs but it doesn’t mean there’s going to be less hockey watching until the end of the playoffs. I’m praying that no one scores while he’s busy doing something for me. Or else it will be the end of me…
And they score!
He came running to the TV. “That’s why they have replays.” I said. “It’s not the same!” he replied, then grabbed a pillow and threw it straight into my face and went back to the dishwasher.
Such a simple creature…
I wish throwing a pillow would be enough to calm me down.
“Hmm, this is interesting” I just murmured to myself.
Jack: What’s interesting? (He’s here now)
I’m not even going to attempt to explain it to him, for his attention is already back into the game.