annieology

I came up with a brilliant plan.  You see, I have been left unattended this week, and I am drunk with power.  So I enforced a 7:30 bedtime last night.  And by “enforced” I mean, two of them passed out on the couches from boredom.  Seeing that they no longer out numbered me.  It was mano a mano and presumably, I could win.

Which I did.  Without the support from his compatriots Felpsy went down with only one lame excuse.

By 8:00 it was just me and the ten year old.  And he was in the middle of a science fair project which in some way ended up with my car needing to be jumped.  Who knows?  I wasn’t paying attention.

Big Boy was at church and when he came home I fixed my car and then sent him out to get me a Coke to ensure that my car would not be dead this morning.

Then I was bored.  I was still reveling in my brilliance when I myself was able to go to bed at 10:30 -

“IF YOU SEE YOUR NAME TOUCH IT WITH YOUR PEN”

Is what I heard at 4:45 this morning as the little boys powered up their very loud Leapsters.  My brilliant plan might have backfired.  Luckily the boys played quietly, but the damage had been done to my beauty sleep.

I had two hours until my alarm went off, and were I to let anyone on that I was awake, my day would start way too early.  So, I did the mature thing and pretended to be asleep.

Which worked, clear through my first alarm.  Yes, I had looked at the clock at 6:40 and instead of getting up and getting in the shower I decided to wait the five minutes until my alarm went off.  And I slept right through it.

Luckily, by the time I was up and out of the shower at 7:07 the boys were already (fighting) eating.  I had packed their lunches the night before.  That’s how bored I was.  So, really there was nothing more to do.  The school boys had bathed the night before, they had picked out their clothes. They were even dressed.

You will remember that I am a lazy parent.  I do not do anything for anyone that they can do themselves.  Which probably lacks the nurturing that is expected of mothers these days, but my 19 year old called me and asked to do a budget last week.  This puts her about a decade ahead of me in the “oh crap where is my money going?” department.

That being said, it’s 10:30 and I want a nap.

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