It won't ALWAYS be like this

I am sitting at my kitchen table writing this even though the leather recliner looks divine. However, I fear I will fall asleep if my buns even brush the cushion. Ben is working late tonight, not the norm, but it makes for an interesting night. I must admit that Ben is a huge help. There may be some posts where I make it seem the exact opposite, but in truth I am very lucky to have him!

The boys are in their rooms right now, giggling about something, probably that they think they are getting away with making noise. Emily is doing her constant, "Ma, ma, ma, ma." Which seems to lull her to sleep. For some reason these noises only occur when Ben isn't here to assist. Maybe they feel that little twinge of missing him like I do. Maybe they just like to tick me off? Who knows.

I was just called upon, to sing their "Song" that I made up when Aidan was an infant, and needed me to sing and rock at a certain speed in order for him to fall asleep. It is quite funny, I think Ben is actually a little annoyed that they still want me to sing it to them, especially since it basically makes no sense, or at least sounds grammatically incorrect.

MY BOYS SONG

Mommy loves her baby boys

There names are Aidan and Caleb

Those boys love their mommy too

Just like she loves them

I agree, it is quite elementary, but none the less, they remember it, and it almost NEVER puts them to sleep anymore. I have this sneaking suspicion that they are actually giggling about the ridiculous song that I just sang to them.

As a last ditch effort, I try this one..."Sleep tight! Don't let the bedbugs bite, if they do take a shoe and hit them till they're black and blue." I don't recommend using that little diddy, at least for a 5 and 3 year old. It becomes a game of 20 questions, "What bed bugs, are there really bed bugs?" "We don't have any shoes in here, what should we use?" Which leaves me so flustered, that I exit with,"That is ENOUGH, GOOD NIGHT!"

I feel bad leaving in a huff, but do NOT want to open that door again, so I whisper, God Bless you two little turkeys.

It won't always be like this, they won't always WANT me to keep coming into their rooms to give them ANOTHER kiss, sing them ANOTHER ridiculous song, so for now, I will sit here and enjoy the sound of the little heels kicking the wall, and their innocent little conversations about being a red and blue power ranger. It won't always be like this.