Let’s Play A Game

We’re gonna try something new today. It’s a little game I like to call: Why Is Roo Crying?

Roo’s an insomniac like his mama. He has a set bedtime of 8:30, but most nights find him building Lego TIE fighters at midnight or reading a book at 2am. Those things are fine – there’s only two rules. Stay quiet and stay in your room. Sounds easy enough, right? Obviously, we’ll have to work towards a better sleep schedule for school, but summer break has different rules. I usually let him sleep til he wakes up, which lately has been around 9am.

Last night, after spending six hours in the ER with Pook, the babies were wired. We were all up to midnight. Finally got them asleep (in my bed, of course, sigh) and about a half hour later I hear Roo yelling in the living room. When I came out to investigate, I found him talking to his iPad.

Cue the whistling sound from The Good, The Bad & The Ugly. I just stood there and stared because I was too annoyed and tired to form a sentence. Roo stared back in horror and fear, cuz he knew his butt was busted for breaking not one but both bedtime rules and that I’d seen him frantically hide said iPad under his blanket.

Ohhhhh no. Not just no, but HELL NO. I’m blurry around the edges of my memory, but I’m fairly sure I took the iPad and smacked him with it while sending him downstairs to bed. It’s now 1:30am and I am wiiiiiide awake. I stayed up meal planning and list making until 4am and slept on the couch til 6 when my alarm went off.

If I have to peel my eyes open with Crisco and a shoehorn, by golly so does Roo. So now we’re in round four of Why Is Roo Crying? and I’m already fed up.

Round 1: because he had to get up.

Round 2: because Noodle shot him with an imaginary poison dart. (Please read that again and roll your eyes with me in solidarity.)

Round 3: because he’s so hungry he’s gonna die.

Round 4: because Supermean Mama won’t make him a second breakfast and now he’s gonna starve to death before lunch because he haaaaaaates frennnnchhhh toaaaaaastttt.

Boogie’s walking back and forth between his and Roo’s plates, munching on French toast from both. Noodle’s explaining to me how one might build a fort of French toast, providing one with both weather protection and sustenance. Pook is exhausted and hates everyone. I have definitely not had enough coffee for this nonsense.

It’s Wednesday, so allegedly we’re halfway to the weekend. I’m feeling a bit glass-half-empty today and think it just means I’ve only crossed half the swamp. I need galoshes and Kleenex and more caffeine.

Ahhhh. Round 5 is shaping up to: because Boogie touched his feet. I would facepalm myself, but I’d probably fall asleep.

Let’s get ready to rumble, baby. Round 6, here we come.