7:15 PM: I took a shower.
7:22 PM: I discovered no one had come upstairs to get ready for bed at 7:15. I gave the kids a five-minute warning since they said Marc hadn’t set a timer for them.
7:28 PM: Texted Marc to let him know the kids needed to come upstairs.
7:30 PM: My children pretended they couldn’t hear my phone’s timer or me.
7:32 PM: Patience was waning.
7:36 PM: Isabelle graced me with her presence. Ari continued to give Marc a hard time.
7:50 PM: I tucked Isabelle into bed since she was exhausted.
7:55 PM: I read to Ari.
8:07 PM: Lights out for Ari.
8:15 PM: I went to my office to catch up on emails. I promised myself to be in bed by 9:00 PM.
9:12 PM: Whoops! Still in my office.
9:18 PM: Shut my office lights.
9:19 PM: Stopped dead in my tracks when I discovered WHAT kept my kids so busy that they couldn’t come up at the regular get-ready-for-bed time.
9:21 PM: Knocked on Marc’s office door to ask him what happened downstairs. He was on the phone. I made him mute himself so I could ask him why the kids did this while I was in the showered. He was like, “Oh, you know… kids!” Yes, I do know. I also know that I rehabbed my ankle injury of 2019 and value my ability to walk through the playroom!
9:33 PM: Snapped a photo of every possible toy that was lining the play room floor. From Isabelle’s old Little People structures to Ari’s old trains and vehicles, I couldn’t believe my kids still possessed all of this stuff!
9:34 PM: Imagined how else they could’ve made the playroom impassible to adult foot traffic.
9:35 PM: Legos. Legos strewn all over the floor would definitely be worse!