Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Sweet Cheeks and Jabber Jaws

These kids of mine...they're rascally.

And most days I can roll with 'em.

But not today.

Heavens to Betsy, they plumb did me in.

It may have something to do with the 4 hours of sleep I got last night.

But I think it has more to do with this guy.

He Never. Stops. Talking.

He wants to carry on normal, adult conversations, every moment of the livelong day. And when he does momentarily lapse back into Preschooler mode, he wants to play Pretend, which involves him concocting an elaborately detailed storyline, selecting my role for me, and feeding me my lines (predetermined by him, of course) one at a time. I am allowed zero artistic license. He's a miniature, Asian Speilberg on a power trip.

I know there are surely Mamas out there in the world that would eat this right up. I don't doubt that many Mamas love incessant dialog with a teenager trapped in a 4-year old's body.

I mean, I myself love it.

Until about noon.

Today, by 4 p.m., I was imposing mandatory Toy Room time. Ruby was already in there, of her own volition, happily dressing Barbie in a very J Crew-esque ensemble, complete with a plaid jacket worn atop Ken's oversized T. (So proud!)

That Ruby, she can be a little wiley at times, but she likes a little downtime, herself. She has an honest appreciation for the sound of silence.

Cory hustled through the door with just enough time to scarf down his dinner and connect to an hours-long conference call.

So, we baked cookies.

And, you know, talked.

Finally, thanks be to Heaven, it was 7 pm. That's right, our kids go to bed between 7 and 7:30. They go down quite well and sleep 12 hours. It's our sanity. And more importantly, it gives me ample time to ice down my overworked jaw muscles with a bag of frozen peas.

As for tonight, I'm considering an early bedtime. Because it's possible that my eyeballs are shriveling up into my skull, as we speak. I keep checking them in the mirror and they look like they're still there, but I'm not ready to abandon the idea that it's all a hallucination.