Nighty Night

Bed time in our house is interesting to say the least. It starts at 530 pm when I start dinner, Will is doing his school work, the girls are like hemorrhoids , and of course the baby gets in a foul mood. So I try to cook dinner, appease the baby, and give the girls something constructive to do other then lets see who can make whom cry first. Dinner ends up over cooked, my nerves shot, and the older of the bunch pissy because "This tastes funny" This is why Papa Johns is on speed dial. Now it is about 630 and there is now an argument over who is taking a bath and who is taking a shower. Is it that hard to alternate? After the girls have flooded both bathrooms and I have sent them each back in the water to rinse out there hair AGAIN, it is time to feed the baby his dinner. This goes well for about 1 minute, then he gets excited, slaps the spoon and a variety of pureed veggies go all over the place. Which of course he finds hilarious and laughs with a mouth full of food. After 30 minutes of this fun *I am sure more food is on the wall and me then in him* It is his bath time. Which Daddy usually does. I am not sure what goes on in there but Will comes out of there looking like a drowned rat and Aiden happy as can be. Then we get to the dressing of the baby and the brushing of the girls hair. Both chores are equally demanding of patience and a good stiff drink following. It is now 730 and if we are lucky all chores are done, all are ready for bed. The boy has his night cap, the girls there story and we put them to bed chanting the same prayer in our heads over and over again "Please let them sleep, PLEASE"! Don't let this innocent picture fool you.....