More Typical Than I'd Like To Admit

Eight O'clock: lights out for the girls

Eight-thirty: lights out for the boys.

Last night the boys are bouncing off the walls, come out of their room to check on their Batman tattoos several times.

Girls, huddle in the corner by the night-light in their room with every book from the shelf. Have an absolute panic attack when they somehow spot a bug.

Finally, sleep.

11:45 Ben

We both startle out of bed to the sound of banging in the half-bath downstairs.

Ben has decided to make a pit-stop, downstairs, and then start slamming his feet against the foot stool as loud as he can.

Go back to bed Ben.

2:30 Alida

She's wandered down, made it to our bathroom. I hazily wake to hear her rustling around. As I'm trying to process where I am, she walks in our room and announces she's just used our bathroom. Well, way to go pumpkin.

Go back to bed Alida.

5:30 Elaine

She shows up as I am brushing my teeth, wanting to watch a movie.

Go back to bed Elaine.

6:45 a.m.

The one with a reason for disturbed sleep after being sick this week, still snoring.