Which, I know, doesn’t sound like that big of a deal: 10:30 on a Saturday night – in my former days, I was gearing up to go out at this time. But now I’m not: 10:30 means either being comfy in bed, or pretending to be awake watching a show with Hubby but really dozing and waking up with a “whahappened?” on my lips. Not that I can really remember his explanations: I’m usually focused on my immediate list of things to do:

Fold blanket
Get upstairs
Take out contacts
Brush teeth
Wash face
Take vitamins
Pajamas
Bedbedbedbed

But tonight it’s 10:30, and all the boys are up. Who are all the boys? That would be

– My husband, standing up in front of the tv, flinging his wrists in a syncopated rhythm. Bring on the tendinitis.
– My brother, sitting on the couch, making appropriate “OH!” and “Aw!” sounds as Hubby either syncopates correctly or incorrectly.
– My eldest son who at my last visit was standing in his bedroom window, blinds behind him, smashing his face up against the pane. He’s been in his room for over an hour: obviously, the nighttime calming routine didn’t work out so hot this evening.
– My dog, who is pacing the floor, nervous because he should be slumbering on his pillow next to Hubby at this point, or at least sitting on his pillow chewing on his toenails (a very important part of his nighttime regime – makes me want to throw things at him, which might be why it’s good he’s on the other side of the bed)
– My cat, who is looking for a comfy lap to sleep on, but can’t get there because the nervous dog is heading off his every attempt – if the dog doesn’t get to be comfy on his pillow, the cat should definitely not be comfy on a lap
– My youngest son who is currently engaging in measuring how much stretch is left in his womb room: not a lot, let me tell ya.

They’re all up.

It’s now 10:41. The eldest son has emerged from his room, thinking he was very cute. He was not cute. I shared that opinion with him. His current wailing lends me to believe that he does not think I’m cute, either. That’s okay: at this point in my life, nothing is deemed cute after about 9:15pm.

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