
I have to preface this story with a bit of back info: the girls' bedtime is typically around 8 or 8:30 p.m. All winter, they were in bed by 8:30 at the latest, tuckered out, and fell asleep. Since it has gotten warmer, and it's staying lighter later, the little stinkers never go to bed. We'll put them to bed at about 8:30 and they seem to be settled, but just as we're sitting down to watch TV and to relax, we hear them messing around: jumping on their beds, playing with toys, etc. All this past weekend they were going to bed at 8:30 but playing around until about 10:30 or later. WELL, we had HAD ENOUGH. On Monday night we threatened them with everything we could think of - Do they want to go to the park tomorrow? well then they need to sleep. Do they want us to take their woobie's away? (woobie = fav blanket) well then go to sleep. If I have to come up here one more time you'll get a spankin'! I mean it! (that never works because they know we won't spank them.) After going up and down the steps to yell at them to go to bed about 20 times, we finally just give in and turn up the TV louder so we don't have to hear their shenanigans ... and eventually they give in to sleep. Which brings us to TONIGHT: we put them to bed at 8:30 and I told them that they HAD BETTER go to sleep, or I was going to pop their balloons! Yeah, that's right! We went to GoldStar to eat dinner and because it was Kids' Night, they got balloons. They wanted to go to sleep with their balloons, so I tied them to the ends of their beds. Sure enough after we had put them down, they were turning on their light and messing around. I hadn't gone downstairs yet so I scolded them twice and put them back in bed with the same threat: "If I have to come up here once I'm going to pop your balloons!" But sure enough, I go downstairs, sit down to relax, and I hear them at it again. I grabbed a pair of scissors (Mike told me I was evil) and I stormed upstairs and as soon as I rounded the corner and started walking down the hall I hear Arlene say to Lydia "Lydia, I told you to be quiet, mommy's going to pop our balloons!" Then Lydia starts freaking out - "No mooooooomy, nooooooo! Don't pop my balloon! Don't do it! Please, I promise to sleep!" I got into their room and Arlene had started crying and screaming "nooooo Mommy!" I showed them the scissors and said, "Do you want me to pop your balloons?!" "Nooooooo Mommy!" "Okay, then you need to close. your. eyes. and. go. to. SLEEP!" "We proooooooooomise!" They went to sleep after crying their eyes out (probably scarred for life of the sight of me brandishing a pair of scissors!) but, they didn't get out of their beds again - not another peep!
I really can't believe I was that horrible, but what else was there to do?! I really was going to pop their balloons to "teach them a lesson" but once I got to their room I knew I couldn't do it - that would have devestated them.
I hope they don't remember this popped balloon threat, but they most likely will (their minds are like steel traps) and they'll be telling their friends at pre-school that their mommy threatens them with sharp scissors. Good grief.