I cannot begin to tell you how horrible bedtime is at my house. Correction, I cannot begin to tell you how horrible bed time is at my house when Richard isn't home, which is most week nights. The boys, are tired and wired, and so am I. But, the worst is HaHa, who literally jumps all over me demanding "Bah-bah! Bah-bah!" It is very difficult to read Harry Potter to your children while a two year-old banshee writhes all over you. Tonight, after my polite pleas for her to wait until I finished reading for Bah-bah were ignored, I told her to go get chocolate from Jordan. Really. (That is my stellar parenting tactic). She leaped off the bed so fast it appeared as if she had wings. I'm not proud of it, but it did get her out of the room for a good five minutes. Jordan gave her three chocolate chips. And two more when she went back downstairs.
Unfortunately, the peace the chips brought to our bedtime reading lasted about as long as a chocolate chip.
I pray Richard makes it home before bedtime tomorrow!
Outfit:
Another rainy day, and another quickly thrown together outfit with the primary inspiration being "Don't repeat!"
Dress: Gift from friends.
Jeans: Friend hand-me-down. Express.
Boots: Friend hand-me-down.HaHa and Lee-Lo have a pre-bedtime moment.
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Such beautiful children, the bow on her head is killing me.
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