TheMommyBlog

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Mood:  special
Tonight is poker night at Ken’s down the street. Testosterone is in the air. And Mommy is all alone with the little angels. We did lots of things like color, play the harmonica, doodle on the doodle pad, read The Lion King. The problem was that everyone wanted exclusive access to whatever was being used as soon as it was picked up. We only read a few pages of the book before we had to abandon it because Daphne was screeching and grabbing pages. Then we got out the doodle pad, and suddenly everyone had an urgent doodle they had been storing up for months. Then I got out the crayons and paper, but everyone wanted to draw on the SAME paper, with the SAME crayon. Don’t even get me started on the doodle pad. Let’s just say it ended with an imitation by Mommy of a waiting sibling: “Can I have it now? Can I have it now? When are you going to be done? Can I have it now? Can I have it now? Aaaaaarrrgggghhh.”

Several minutes later all activities ceased amid muffled threats issued through clenched teeth to brush teeth and get ready for bed or else. Logan, as is his wont, couldn’t resist finding out what “else” was, and went on dental hygiene strike. I left to put Daphne to bed.

10, 9, 8, 7, knock on the door. It’s Dylan, complaining that Logan STILL won’t give him a turn on the doodle pad. I whispered (shouted) down the hall that Logan had better give him a turn or, or, or, ohmygodIneedsomerest. He answered that he wouldn’t give it up until I had read what he wrote on it, and I couldn’t read it until Daphne was asleep, and she wouldn’t fall asleep while Dylan was crying for a turn.

Twelve years later, when Daphne was finally snoring, I went in to see what was on The Tablet.

“What did you want to show me, Logan?”

“It’s over here. Look.”

On the tablet propped on the windowsill next to his bed was the tablet, with “Im sae Mom” written on it.

“Is that how you spell sorry, Mom?”

Yes, sweetie, it is.