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Monday, January 29, 2007

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I would de-stress with yoga if I could find the floor.

This was the scene following my eight-year-old's sleepover on Saturday. It began at 5:30, with pizza, cake, presents and a round of Cadoo. At 9:30, I turned out the lights, issued a sternly worded warning, and pulled the bedroom door partly shut. As I was walking away, I heard a whisper:

"The coast is clear! Now we can start the party!"

Several sternly worded warnings later, I went to bed, thinking I had gained the upper hand.

At four-o-freakin-clock, I opened one eye to find my son standing over me in the dark. "Mom, so-and-so has a blister. He needs a band-aid."

I stumbled to the bathroom closet to retrieve a band-aid and opened the bedroom door. Empty. With a growing sense of dread, I made my way downstairs. There, in the family room, were six wide-awake boys, one Cartoon Network, and half the contents of three boxes of sugar-coated cereal strewn across the floor.

They stared at me like racoons caught in the trash. I stared back, calculating the energy I would have to expend shepherding them all back to bed and getting them to settle down. I assessed my resources and tactical options.

Let the history books show, at 4:39 in the morning, the twenty-seventh day of January, in the year of our lord two thousand and seven, the territory of the family room was officially conceded.

I fear the tide has turned against us. The best we can hope for now is a corner of our own bedroom. May god have mercy on our souls.



Blogger peefer said...

I wish I could say that it was only the battle that was lost, but I know all too much about the war.

1:06 PM  
Blogger Kyran said...

feel free to send body armour.

4:30 PM  
Blogger Karla MG said...

I hear cleaning supplies make good armor! As far as the war, and can provide reinforcements, but prayer is probably your only hope! I've been enjoying reading the journey you're on, the kid parts are the best...from one mama to another! :D -Karla

4:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

it looks like the stuffed animals are cleaning things up.

9:20 AM  

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