Many would probably disagree with me, but I feel like I've been a mother for a LONG time. Mind you, I've only spent 11 of my years as a parent, but man ... some days, it feels more like 111 years.
I'm just sayin'.
So with that, ya know, 111 years of parenting I've got under my belt I have an itsy bitsy problem. As I sit here at 9:00 on this beautiful, sunny, breezy yet warm Monday morning ... I find myself in a bit of a pickle ...
Last night, or I should probably say ... this morning seeing that it was actually 1:30 AM ... I wake to the sounds of voices. More like screams. Angry screams. It was my boys ... yelling at each other. I get up and follow the sounds which lead me to the basement. It was here that I find my 11 year old and 8 year old side by side on the sofa with Wii controllers in their hands. Fighting over what was fair and what was not in the game they were playing.
Did you catching the 1:30 AM thing I wrote it the previous paragraph?
Yeah.
To say that I was angry is an understatement, but I was too tired to do anything about it except shock the hell out of them by standing there, gritting my teeth and uttering, "Get your butts upstairs RIGHT NOW!" I don't think they were expecting me to crash their party ... so that part was pretty funny ... to me anyway.
So, here is the deal. It's 9:00 now ... and they are both still sound asleep.
Should I let them sleep? Because I'm sure they're still tired.
Or wake their asses up? Because they should have been asleep long before 1:30 AM?
What do you think?
