~~Too tired to write tonight or hunt up interesting things on-line to post. I just had a strange experience getting out of the shower only to discover I was not alone. (the six year old was trying to wrangle out of wet clothes–the same six year old who insisted on drinking bottles of water before bed despite the warning that he would indeed find that a HUGE mistake in judgment in a few hours.) Needless to say, I managed to get dressed (in a t-shirt that says “Sleepless in Seattle”), get the kid in the shower and change out his bed (not to mention the obligatory rant along the lines of “You know, this is EXACTLY what your father was trying to tell you… Do you WANT to sleep in a wet bed? NO? Good, then who is going to pay attention and do as he is instructed tomorrow night? Hmmm???”) Apparently, I’m in charge here. And apparently, my child possesses that not so rare gene that prohibits the taking of good advice in preference for learning the hard way. Who knows, I should probably consult his nine year old girlfriend, Chloe, as to how she keeps his attention. Second thought, I might not want to know. Sheesh!
So, I’m going to bed now. I think I deserve it, don’t you?
~~~Wende
