Pillow Talk

No - - not dirty talk.  Not intimate "revealings."

I'm talking about bedtime for the kids.  Here's how things have gone down tonight:

1.  I hear the bed springs squeaking.  That means they are jumping on the bed.  I went and stood in the doorway and caught them.  The goofballs still denied it.  Then, when I said I saw them, Cameron said, "Justin told me to do it."  So I turned the t.v. off.  That's when Cameron started crying.  He said he wasn't done watching it.  I told him he wasn't even facing that direction.  Apparently I hurt his feelings.  I'm so sorry.  

This is where I went to soak in the tub.  I needed to soak in Calgon.  For the sanity and for the moisture.  Plus, I'd been snuggling with Bella.  So I smelled like dog.  Out of Calgon.  Buggar.  I soaked in some other bath salt stuff and loaded up on the lotion.

2.  I got out to hear the kids laughing and cutting up.  I asked Mr. B what they were doing.  He didn't know.  Well, caught again.  This time, stacking stuff up on the bed.  Bean bags, extra pillows, etc.

Go. To. Bed.

Ugh.

GO TO BED!!!!