Warning words you'll hear at our house just before your full name.(While I'm still trying to remember it.)
Stop while you're still ahead, rascal.
Friday, July 1, 2011
NO SLEEP TONIGHT
My sister once wrote a letter to the ever-elusive sleep, and in that spirit:
Last night, as we battled the night-games and fireworks just outside our front door; desperate for a bedtime, knowing on some level that nocturnal rest aspirations at our house are mostly desperate fantasy anyway; another glitch surfaced to kill any hope.
Sweet P had already made it clear that she could not go downstairs to the laudry room alone to get her pajamas, as we had found a spider there the day before. Handsome Prince appeared to rescue her from the horrors of nakedness and aracnids, bless his heart, and he bravely accompanied her.
(I know, I KNOW! I'll put the clothes away some day. At least it was clean and folded, OK?)
After an abbreviated scripture study and family prayer, and a firm, "NO! We are DONE playing outside! It's 10:30!" I finally herded the three littles into their room. This is when the unthinkable happened.
Now, normally I encourage the old adage, "Look before you leap," but last night I wish she'd never seen (Gasp!) The Spider On Her Bed.
Even though we caught it, squished it, and flushed it, the damage was done.
( I have to be thankful that we didn't have a renegade spider somewhere in the bed, spotted briefly but running loose. We would have had to rent a hotel.)
I've discovered on more than one occasion that it doesn't take much to send a 5 year-old girl into hysterics. Last night was no exception.
Oye, I'm so tired!
It's worth noting that in the midst of all the chaos, Mr. Cool thought it would be a good idea to bring up the dead spider he had just found in the basement. I guess his reasoning was that it could have been worse--"Look how big this one was!" Helpful.