I’m pretty sure my kids read this blog, because whenever I write about something, they seem to immediately change their behavior.
And they do have their own computer.
(Because I didn’t like sharing my blog-reading time with their noggin.com time.)
(And because my husband own a computer business and can get us some gravy once in awhile.)
Anyway, it is with trepidation that I mention our bedtime routine. Just last week it was lasting for HOURS and driving both David and I to the brink of, I don’t know, insanity seems too minor, has now resolved, and things are chugging along smoothly once again.
They even stayed in their own ed-bay all ight-nay last night!
And Marin didn’t wake up until 4 am! (Her night-nursing usually starts promptly around midnight and lasts all night).
My fingers are ossed-cray for epeat-ray onight-tay.
I had a root canal today.
And I couldn’t pick up my prescription for some Xanax because the pharmacy didn’t open until after my appointment started. So I called David. Sure! He’d pick it up.
Whew! I could get to my appointment on time, and within 10-15 minutes he’d arrive with my sweet sweet pill.
Except that he didn’t realize that I needed to take it before the dental work was performed.
(Typical male communication was hard at work.)
So I did it without any anxiety drugs, but WITH some laughing gas. (I felt like a 6 year old.)
(And, you know, it really wasn’t all that bad. I’m not sore at all. Yet, anyway.)