Another Thursday Night . . .

9:01 pm

Sam should be in bed. 'Nuf said . . . it's a school night and he's all of six years old.

But instead . . .Sam is playing on the NASA Kids website. I'm simultaneously reading and laughing out loud at "Bright Lights, Big Ass" by Jen Lancaster on my Crackindle (seriously, the ability to download virtually any book at the touch of a 3G powered button is dangerous. As in sorry kids, mom spent your college funds on Amazon.com dangerous) while playing "Words with Friends" (aka, fake Scrabble) on my Apple CrackPod Touch with Jud and Max. Jud's in the family room watching something on Comedy Central only a 15 year old boy would like. Max is watching football with Terry in our bedroom. But that's the beauty/bane of WiFi . . . we can still play together on our separate iTouches. No one said "the family that plays together, stays together" meant we all had to be in the same room did they? (okay, so maybe it was "prays" together . . . but that's for another day).

The din of the dishwasher, the washer, and the dryer . . .I'm just so happy the kitchen is clean by 9:01, I don't even care Sam's not in bed . . . (ask me about that again at 7:00 am tomorrow morning). And it's the NASA website for crying out loud . . . self-induced educational learning should warrant a later bedtime shouldn't it? (repeat: ask me again at 7:00 am tomorrow morning).

9:05 - Peel myself off of Crackindle and CrackPod . . . I've already made my moves on Words with Friends anyway . . . now I have to wait for Jud and Max to play . . . Inform Sam it's time to crawl in bed. 9:05 isn't awesome, but it will do.

9:07 - I hear Sam pitterpatter into our room and say to Terry: "Can I watch TV with you" and hear Terry mindlessly respond (since he's so engrossed in a football game between two teams he has no allegiance to where one team is ahead by 26 points in the first half . . . yawn . . .) "sure."

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" But too late, the damage has been done . . .

9:26: Sam's still watching football . . . I have relieved myself from bedtime duties since Terry granted the TV watching wish. . . and have a note to myself to call Terry at work at 7:30 tomorrow morning when Sam STILL won't get out of bed . . . and at 7:45 when Sam is screaming that he's too tired and he's not going to school . . .and at 8:00 am when Sam is STILL eating breakfast when we should be walking out the door . . .

9:36: Sam's finally in bed and I hear Terry singing Alan Jackson/Jimmy Buffett's "5 o'clock Somewhere" as his bedtime song . . . Why "pour me something tall and strong . . ." is a lullably song to Sam is beyond me (of course, this is the kid who would only go to sleep when he was an infant if Terry sang "Land Slide" or "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" to him . . .)

9:39: All's quiet in the Richardson home . . .

Just another Thursday night . . . Goodnight John Boy . . . Goodnight Daddy . . . Goodnight Mama . . . . Mama? Mama? Shh . . . Mama's gotta make a six-letter word fit on Words with Friends before she goes to sleep!