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Good Night. Sleep Tight.


So....we have a routine around here. It's mainly for me. It keeps me sane. After dinner I give the Dudes a bath, Jammie's, teeth, books (sometimes), and night night. Then we battle Carter for an hour or two to keep him in his room and go to sleep. Owen. Straight to sleep most nights. The boys go to bed between 7&7:30. After the boys bath it is Diva's turn. She has to take a shower/bath, Jammie's, teeth, hair, books and bed. She is in bed between 7:30&8. A lot of nights after she is in bed she comes downstairs about 30min to an hour after she has been in bed for "another hug and kiss." We oblige and then sternly tell her to go back to bed. Occasionally we have gone upstairs for one reason or another and will catch Diva up playing or watching something on her iPad. It's not often, but it happens. Tonight as we are putting Diva to bed we give her hugs and kisses. She tells Mr. Mayer and I as we are walking out "don't come check on me." What? Mr. Mayer tells Diva that he doesn't want to catch her watching her iPad. She needs to go to sleep. It's a school night. Then we go downstairs. Honestly, I was so relieved to have the kids in bed that I sat down on the couch and completely spaced out. It was a hectic night with some mondo cranky boys. It's one of those weeks that Mr. Mayer is just getting home when I am putting Diva to bed. I was tired of my kids tonight. About 2 hours after we put Diva to bed we hear her little voice coming from the stairwell.
Diva: I want another hug and kiss.
Me: Come get it. Why are you still up? Were you watching your iPad?
Diva: um....no. 
Diva comes down the stairs and walks into the living room.
Me: What were you watching?
Diva: Nanny McPhee......
At this point I'm trying to hide a smile. Mr. Mayer is giving her a stern look. She hugs and kisses us.
Me: Are you going to be grumpy tomorrow?
Diva: NO!
Mr. Mayer gives her a stern warning about what behavior is expected of her tomorrow. I'm still trying to hide a smile. That sneaky little girl! Mr. Mayer is just shaking his head. Really this is a whoops on our part. We knew by her parting words when we put her to bed that she was going to stay up watching her iPad. We should have checked on her. We didn't. We forgot. Whoops! Hope we don't suffer for this tomorrow :/

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  1. So.....was she grumpy pants??
    The boys sound like my 2yr old girls :)

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  2. We will see after school and if she got in trouble or not :/ She was in a good mood this morning. I hope it lasted through her day.

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