Thursday, October 8, 2009

Kid Radar

What is it about kids that makes them know the exact wrong moment to do anything? Luis and I call it kid radar. As soon as we think maybe we could get in an afternoon quickie? it's like all of a sudden they are knocking on the door asking us to change the channel or if they can have a snack. Basically, they could leave us alone for hours when we aren't doing a thing but the second we start to get amorous they become the neediest kids on the planet.

Last night kid radar worked a little differently but it was still just as annoying. It was 9:30 pm and I was laying down thinking I'm finally going to get a decent amount of sleep, I'll be so rested in the morning. Sophia's radar kicked in and she decided to wake up eleven billion times last night. The most annoying part was that she was screaming bloody murder and when I got in her room and asked her what was wrong, she said, "I just really wanted to give you a hug." Seriously? It's 1:30 in the freaking morning!

After the fifth time she woke up requesting something stupid I brought her in my room and laid her on the floor. She still kept waking up but at least I didn't have to get out of bed to deal with her. So, basically this morning I'm exhausted and may very well end up taking a nap today which will screw up my sleep schedule for the rest of the week. Yay kids!!!


I am Trish Marie said...

Telephone calls and snacks. That is what my kids specialize in.

They can be upstairs in a closet (What? I didn't put them there. They like playing their closets. They call them clubhouses.), yet they can sense the second I get on the phone. It doesn't matter if I whisper, while hiding under my bed. They will find me and need their shoe tied or their nose wiped RIGHT THAT SECOND.

I hide the good snacks. You know, the ones I don't let the kids eat. I eat those after the kids go to bed. So I wait until they have been in their rooms for hours. No sounds. No "Mommy one more song. Mommy I am thirsty. Mommy I need to pee." Nothing. Then I get out the snack. The minute my butt hits the couch, guaranteed one of them will come down the stairs to tell me it is dark outside or they can see the moon or some other nonsense. Then they will stare at me all sad, because I have a good snack.

Allie said...

Trish, you just made my day, I thought I was the only selfish mommy that hides the good snacks.