At night after we have read to, kissed and said ‘goodnight’ to the kids, hubby and I go downstairs and get ready for some quality time without them. If we are lucky, they don’t ask for a drink, inhaler, nasty toenails cut, bandaid, or try to tell us a story about what happened at recess that morning. But it is their custom to take turns calling downstairs “goodnight Mom” pause for my answer, “I love you, Mom” pause for my answer, “goodnight Dad” pause…etc. With five kids, this means we are guaranteed at least 20 calls from uptairs, not including our expected replies, which adds another 20 more interactions. Some nights when I am tired (or pms’ing), or the kids start the rounds again, I yell upstairs for them to zip it, and then I feel guilty for the rest of the night.
I remember as a child my brother and I doing the exact same thing, and there were only the two of us, yet by the time we started saying goodnight to the dog and the cat my Dad would bellow in his very mean Dad voice that ‘that was enough’. Then I would lie teary eyed in my little white bed with its pink and purple sheets, and wish fervently that my father was more like Pa Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie. Pa would never have let Laura go to bed upset.
- Much cuter than Laura Ingalls, no?
November 26th, 2009 at 11:08 am
I like the leopard print pj’s on your brother:-)
November 26th, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Much cuter than Laura Ingalls of course:) Wow Sabrina looks very much like you did when you were little. At first I thought it was Sabrina in this picture.
November 26th, 2009 at 3:55 pm
I was so excited when I saw this pic. I couldnt believe how much like me she is !!Only the colouring is different. Yay!One looks like me!