Good Thing for Dad (or my kids would never have fun)

On Tuesday nights I go to rehearsals for the choir I sing with (The Salt Lake Choral Artists). Lucky for me, Mike sees it as his "special" night with the kids.

So, on this last Tuesday, I get home a little after 10, and I hear a little rustling downstairs. Great, Mike is still up!! We can hang out for a minute.

But then my logical brain kicks in. Wait, Mike is NOT up. Mike is not a night person. Mike is asleep in his cozy bed. Mike has probably been asleep in his cozy bed for quite some time.

Then I see a head peek up the stairs. Then another.

I DO love my kids.

But not after 9:00 pm.

So, I head downstairs to see the giant tent that dad has set up so they could "sleep" (ha!) in it. And, then, they were so cute that who could be mad after that.

Except when they each needed to go potty.

And then they needed drinks.

And then they needed the CD player with their special music playing.

And then, Ashley says, "I wan't to sleep in my bed."

Carter: "Me, too."

Mom: "Fine." (grumble grumble)

Dad: Zzzzzzzzzzzzz