Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Batten down the hatches

Mama's back in charge!
The heathens are running scared. Well, the boys are, because they know what's coming, Punk just stands there, thumb in mouth, wide eyed watching me as I bark orders about brushing teeth, stopping that, and getting to bed.
The kids have enjoyed their father's regime of play at bedtime and wild antics.
Now mama's back in charge and the regime is a clean, mean, sleeping machine.
Or so I hope.
Single parenting three active kids means that I have to be on my A game or one of them might successfully cut open a window screen and escape.
I can't let that happen.
Then someone would know that I sprayed my boys with body spray because they stank.
Or that I rewind songs just to make them dance to them over and over and over again for my amusment.
Or that I make them do the laundry, carrying heavy loads to the washer and from the dryer so I can paint my nails.
I'm sure DHS would frown on this if they knew.
My worst transgression? The fact that I will not be making them popcorn as a snack in the evenings. I can't stand the smell and I don't want to deal with it.
So my babies will be saluting me very shortly, standing with military precision and polished jammies and slippers, marching off to bed without a whimper or complaint. Maybe even singing "Goodbye, Farewell".
At least in my imagination.

1 comment:

Tara said...

I was just about to ask what color the sky was in your world when I read the last line. LOL! Good luck sweetie. I wait patiently (as patiently as possible for me) to see who betters your first - Boo or Bug. :)