19 Monkey Kinda Night

For the most part, my children go down to bed fairly easily. I mean, there normally is very little hitting, kicking, tantrum throwing, and general chaos. Tonight is different. My 3 year old layed down after 2034 rendetions of his favorite book "how does a dinosaur count to ten?". Seriously, they need interchangeable dialog for the poor parents...anyhow. (I digress) Next comes my almost one year old. I walk into his room and he is looking at me with the look of a cornered lion. This is not good, I think to myself. I am achy and tired and I am not feeling up to my usual warrior mode. I hope he goes easy on me. Not a chance. He is bouncing and playing an assortment of musical toys as I pick up his room. I dim the lights and all is quiet. Good I think, he's got the idea. I turn around and realize that he has decided a tasty nightcap would be the Baby Majic baby lotion that I was convinced my other son "put away" for me. I yank it away and he starts to cry. Give in I say to myself. I wearily pick him up and begin to sing.....



"10 little monkey's jumping on the bed..one falls off and bumps his head...momma calls the dr. and the dr. says....no more monkeys jumping on the bed."

I get down to zero and he is still cheerfully singin with me. OK...I can do this. And I begin at 10 again. I stop with one horridly stubborn monkey jumping on the bed. Sheesh! 19....man he was a trooper tonight, my son was. I call my hubby and say yes, I have someone to come and sit with the boys and I will be there for after work social hour. How were the boys he wants to know. They are asleep I say. They are goods kids he assurs me. He's the last monkey I think as I hang up.



*Vinatge