This weekend provided its tests regarding my skills as a parent. And they both happened after 9 o’clock at night.
The first was on Friday night, when my four year old took a black stamp pad, and while I was doing the dishes downstairs, he was smearing black ink all over his face, hands, bedroom walls, furniture and toys. When I opened his bedroom door to see if he had managed to get his pajamas on, he grinned and held out his hand out as if to say, “Look at the wonderful masterpiece I’ve created for you!” Yes, this is the same sweet boy who lit a superball on fire by tossing it into the bathroom sconce only a few weeks ago!
The second took place last night, when I returned home from a wonderful dinner out. I went in to turn off the lights in the boys’ room, but the eight and nine year old boys were still awake. “Mommy, why do people put inappropriate things on Google?” Ugh. Apparently, while creating a Powerpoint presentation on Bey Blades (their current favorite toy), they happened upon a Bey Blade-related site that included nudity. Ugh. These same boys thought I was going to blame them for their little brother’s stamp pad incident the night before (which I obviously did not). Now, they expressed concern that I was mad they had seen something so “inappropriate.” Ugh. Poor guys.
But today, it is Super Bowl Sunday. All attention has shifted quickly, as it seems to with them (thank goodness), to the next big issue in our house. Patriots fans versus Eli Manning fans. Who will win?
Maybe tonight’s bedtime hour will pass without incident.