Jason worked like crazy all last week, plus most of Saturday. He left before the boys woke up and was home as we were half-way through dinner (sometimes after dinner). It was not fun.
Jason usually takes care of the bedtime routine while I clean up the kitchen and have a moment to myself. He does the showers, the pajamas, the stories, and the prayers. I come say goodnight and that is that.
But, nope. Last week it seemed as if each day was a disaster when that time was approaching. That "witching hour" - HA! More like HOURS. I mean, wow. Is that how it is when he's doing this? I wouldn't really know. Maybe he has all the patience because he didn't have to deal with little dictators all day long (Yes, dictators. You mamas know exactly what I mean...)
They are totally plotting something in that picture... You know you can see it, too. What? I haven't a clue. The bigs were all whispers and the tiny one was giggling while eating a book. We don't eat books, mister!
Anyway, the next Monday came as the calendar had promised. And this week is supposed to be better than the last (work-wise). Only he is all over the state this time. So the dinner/bedtime routine will be just as fun as last week, I'm sure.
Except this week started off much better... It started with a bunch of giggles in the kitchen. The boys were doing something in there while I was getting Austin ready for the day. And, even I had to laugh at it!
I guess even dinosaurs need a fresh start, too! It can be rough out there, Mr. Dinosaur. Make sure you have a full tank of that stuff.