This Hour has 180 Minutes
And sometimes more
Tonight, we had a discussion at the dinner table about decorum and how we sit at the table until everybody finishes eating. This means we don’t get up and dance around and sing in the middle of the kitchen and we don’t check the fridge looking for dessert while Dad is still eating.
This drives me crazy like I can’t explain. And, I can’t explain it either - we’re getting into the 7th year and the getting up and the lack of using a fork is being a thing we can’t ignore any more.
This is one of the many reasons why we can’t go out for dinner.
I told the child that we have a rule that we have a kitchen table to eat at because that’s where we eat our food - if we did not eat our food at the kitchen table then we could get rid of the table and put a very small bowling alley there instead.
But we do have a kitchen table - so we eat at the table. Which kind of explains the whole kitchen table and the reason for having and and also: have you ever seen anybody eating on a bowling alley?
No. So, sit down.
It didn’t get any better as the night progressed either. It took me/us over 3 hours to get the child anywhere near the bed. There was no bath needed and nothing to do but put on PJ’s, brush teeth and go to bed so on paper it should have been an easy night.
Here’s what we did instead of going to bed
1. watched mommy knit and ask her what she was making
2. chased the dog around
3. snuck upstairs to the bathroom and use a half a container of hand soap giving her ponies a bath and the bathroom floor a free wash in the meantime.
4. Got talked to by Dad that she’s too big for ponies in the sink now.
5. Made a computer monitor out of an old box
6. Played with a scrap piece of wool.
7. got really interested in an ice cream play set instead of going to bed
8. brushed her teeth again because I don’t believe she did it the first time
9. jumped on the bed while I was trying to end my night by making the bed.
10. Watched me get the robot vac setup and run for it’s nightly lap
11. Found 1001 other excuses or “just one minutes” to not go to bed.
Tonight she did go all the way - to 11 - on dear old dad’s patience meter.
A short post for a long evening here.
Enjoy losing an hour of sleep tonigh!
TH and Co.