Did I say that I didn't envy my friend her daughter?????
The boys finally went to bed around 11 last night. I curled up in my bed (hubby out of town) with my book, which never got opened. At 6am (that's right, 6am!), I hear them... little rats running up and down the halls... no, wait. Those are boy feet! You have GOT to be kidding me.
So I stagger out of bed (hubby made it home from his trip around 3am) and go into my son's room to quiet them. They obligingly played Legos semi-quietly while I dozed on my son's bed. When my husband appeared in the doorway somewhere around 7am, all bets were off and my day became wall to wall noise. Dear Man took off shortly thereafter to go to work. Leaving me here. With them.
It was war!
But I had them on the run!
When I had them beaten back, things got quiet and I took this truce-time to log on. But it was too quiet. I went to check on the status of the soldiers.
Uh-oh. This doesn't look good.
Come out, come out!
Devil-child W emerges from the shower where they are hiding. Can you guess why?
His mother is going to KILL me!