I had plans this evening.
The kind of plans that involve cleaning and putting away of clutter around the house.
I had hoped to get the kids to bed by 8, latest 8:30, then I would begin.
I was going to put away all the stuff on the table. Maybe go through some of our mail and fill out some forms that have been sitting in a pile on our hutch for the longest time. Clean the kitchen floor because it needs cleaning. There was a basket of laundry waiting for me, waiting right by the ottoman. Watch a little TV while folding clothes. Or write in the kids baby books, which I found the other day.
What really happened?
Well, I took them all into the boys bedroom at about 7:45, had them all lay on the bed, read three books to Jonas, because Paloma and Angus were too busy playing to listen. Jonas fell asleep. The other two were trouble. They continued playing in the living room. I tried to nurse Paloma to sleep, but Angus kept making noise, which would get her excited.
We ate cereal. Watched a cartoon. I looked at the clock, it was 9. We laid on the bed. I sang to them. They continued to play, squeal, crawl, talk and wiggle. We got up, went into the living room, where I tried to rock Paloma to sleep. Didn't work. They crawled and played more. Went back to the bedroom, sang to them and finally Angus fell asleep. It was 10. Got up to rock Paloma again and she fell asleep, but woke up again 20 minutes later. Rocked her back to sleep and here I am.
My plans didn't work out quite like I wanted them to, but that is how life goes when you have kids. Sometimes things go smoothly, as planned, and sometimes, they just don't.
