Vampires ...

I’ve blogged about this soo many times before, I'm sure you dont want to read about it AGAIN, but since this is my blog and I use it to keep everyone informed on my life, and a personal soap box, here goes...
It continues to be an ongoing issue around here. Just what the heck am I blabbering about? I’m talkin’ about bedtime, — that dreaded portion of the day when all I wish for in life is a free pass to duct tape my little vampires to thier beds!

When we were kids we wouldn’t dare get out of our beds for anything in this world. Granted, we were told that Santa would skip our house and head straight back to the North Pole,or we could risk the cutting board to warm our little butts, but hey, it worked like a friggin’ charm! It seems those good old days, however, are all but a speck of dust anymore.

Well, now days I need a flippin’ hypnotist and a roll of duct tape to get the shorties to stay in their rightful nighttime places. It’s the same wood spoon in a metal pan feeling, (or in most cases nails-on-the-chalkboard-thing) night after night. Just when Mommy is finally about to get her “Dexter” fix, a pint-sized body suddenly appears on the back of the couch to scare the absolute --- out of me. (And for those of you who don’t know, “Dexter” is a far cry from “Sesame Street”, let me just tell ya. Serial killers are totally not kid-appropriate t.v. viewing material.) I honestly don’t know how many more threats I can rationally make to my kids before my head explodes.

I’ve come to the sad, unfortunate conclusion that I am, in fact, the mother of nocturnal children who may quite actually be miniature vampires. How else would you care to explain the case of a thirty somthing woman being ready for bed before a couple of piddly little kids all under the age of 10?? I mean, I’m not THAT old, am I???!!! (Do Not answer. That’s a rhetorical question.)