Sunday Night

It is 8:30 on Sunday evening. We have just put the boys to bed and Cole is upstairs in his bed crying the saddest, most heart-wrenching cry. He simply wasn’t ready to go to bed. Roark, on the other had, was ready almost an hour ago. What would you do in such a situation? If I put Roark to bed now and kept Cole up it wouldn’t seem fair, yet this also seems unfair. Now Cole has to hang out trying to entertain himself until he is sleepy and he is so upset with us… If only we had a larger house – they could have separate rooms and this wouldn’t be such an issue. 6 bedroom homes are a little hard to come by these days. And since our money tree hasn’t bloomed yet, we are stuck with the house we have now – with one too few bedrooms. Maybe one of the boys could live in the garage…that might work. Or a closet. They wouldn’t mind a closet – they ARE little after all.

I used to regard politicians as intelligent people. When I was little, I imagined that the president was wicked smart – his brain untouched by negativity and uncertainty. Now, I wonder how any politicians make it out of bed in the morning. Listening to them talk – I am amazed at how unintelligent many sound. They are not articulate or convincing. How did they get that job????? Who voted for them?????