I would just like to state for the record — and maybe it is a record around here — that "bedtime routine" lasted FOUR AND A HALF HOURS.
It is one-ten AM. I just got the baby to sleep about three minutes ago. At twelve-thirty-nine AM I was contemplating shooting webcam video of the scene of two children wrestling on my bed while an older one knocked on the door moaning that he could not get to sleep, and then possibly texting the video to my spouse, who usually does Bedtime Routine, more efficiently than I do, I might add, and I might have done it too except that our phone conversation from much earlier in the evening hinted that he probably had had a worse day than I did. At least my day didn't involve poorly secured equipment falling on people's heads.*
All this is to say that I just might have to start my weekend a day early. I may even turn the computer off and read a book or something. If I can get them all into the attic, with my back against the door (chill out, they'll be fine, that's where we keep the Wii) I could probably get through a chapter or two at a time without anyone losing a limb.
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n.b. The aforementioned spouse was not responsible for securing the aforementioned equipment, nor was his head among the aforementioned heads. THIS TIME, she typed dramatically.
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