How is it that it can take less time to clean the kitchen than it does to put four kids to bed? Oh, the goofing off and excuses and the stalling. Asking them to get their PJ's on repeatedly. Warning them if they don't go "potty" now, I will make them where a "pull-up" to bed. Then there is the "you didn't kiss me." Even though I have and then the 25 stuffed animals that are suddenly craving my affection, or at least a good night kiss. The Little Jamaican tells me every night, after I put her in bed, that she is "persty." Of course there are no drinks at this time of night, because I have enough laundry to do without having to wash all her linens in the morning. As if that is not enough, she now gets out of bed and torments the others that we have alredy sent back to bed twice. Then there is the First Child, "I'm too hot. I'm itchy. I need to tell you something. The Little Jamaican is out of bed and bugging me." Just to name a few. Then the Wild Child is out of bed. If the First Child gets out of bed, then she has to get out of bed, because she is afraid to be alone in her bedroom at night. The Wild Child is then complaining that she's scared or is copy catting something someone else is saying. Thank goodness for my Son! Once he's made it to his bed, he's there till the sun is up.
Even after all of this and other trivial stuff that I have not bored you with; they are still up. I can hear them out there, trying to jump out and scare each other. Of course, its because the Little Jamaican is out of bed, again.
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