A Typical Friday Night

Well, I had intended to write last night, but, as usual, I fell asleep while putting the girls to bed. Last night was a typical night in our house-- I picked the girls up from school at about 6: 30 pm-after having sat in traffic for over an hour! Of course, the first thing Little A does when I pick her up every night is run to her cubby saying "paccy!, paccy!" (they won't let her have her paccy in school) I usually have to remind her to say hello to me and ask her to give me a hug. Then we go to Big A's classroom (the pre-k room) to get her big sister and collect all her drawings (all the other cubbies have about 2-3 drawings, but Big A's cubby typically has at least 5-10!-- she LOVES to draw). Then comes the ordeal of trying to get Little A out of the pre-k room, so we can go home. The pre- k room has better toys, puzzles, paints, etc than than all the other classrooms, so Little A is fascinated by it--also she likes to watch all the bigger kids play. The whole time I am trying to get Little A to leave, Big A is talking a mile a minute-- explaining every detail of every drawing she has done. On our drive home, Big A thinks of question after question to ask me -- last night it was why was I in traffic for so long? Why are there so many people in Atlanta? Where do they all work and live?, etc.
Once we get home-- I feed the girls and attempt to make myself some food. Of course, by the time my plate is made, the girls have wolfed down their own food and are ready to get up from the table. Then they stand over me and watch me eat. Little A will often try to eat my food as well, and Big A will say " So Mom, that's pretty good spicy food you have, huh?" ( I have the habit of putting barbecue sauce on everything, and I like my food very spicy) I say " yes it is" and she says " You like spicy food, don't you?" and I agree that I do. It's pretty much the same conversation every night.

Then, the girls get changed for bed. Then they play in the playroom for a while. Last night, Big A performed a puppet show for me and Little A. Then Big A held a "fashion" show for us with her bratz and barbies. After that, Little A and Big A took turns making me lay on the floor with my eyes closed, so they could pour fake spiders on me and make me scream when I opened my eyes.

At bedtime, we read Little Red Riding Hood and Hansel and Gretal from one of my childhood books. Big A calls them the "old books". After that Big A turned off the two lamps, and Little A turned off the overhead light (she gets really mad if she doesn't get to do this every night). Then Big A climbed into her top bunk and I laid down in the lower bunk with Little A. As, usual Big A said " So Mom.." and began to ask more endless questions while Little A proceeded to kick the wall and occasional pinch me in the face and laugh. Finally, they both fell asleep-- and so did I.

That is why I didn't write last night. It is also why my back and neck are killing me today.
Later, I will try to write about Big A's T-ball game this morning, but right now I need to get off the couch and take some more Advil.