Picture courtesy of my sister who was trying to convince me that Dustin and I should join her ABBA tribute band.
You know what I like to do to my kids before bed? Make them cry.
So tonight Dustin was off at some fantasy football meeting and I was trying to multi-task: clean up dinner, pack Ellie's lunch, shower 3 kids, hold baby, get out PJs and clothes for the morning, clean up any clothes/toys leftover from the day. . . Somewhere in there Nate and Sadie managed to close the plug in the bath while they were showering. This resulted in the tub overflowing and flooding the bathroom. I was really really mad (and that's an understatement) since our kids know they are not allowed to close the drain.
Instead of getting to watch the Tinkerbell movie I had DVRed the kids were forced to hang out with me while I listened to the Mamma Mia soundtrack (so actually it's more of a reward than a punishment). We were having so much fun singing and dancing until Slipping Through My Fingers came on. That stinking song makes me cry every.single.time. In case you don't know the lyrics I'll help you out: Maybe these only make you cry if you have a school-aged daughter. If you didn't just cry, call me and I'll guilt you into crying.
I'm crying and then the kids ask why so I explain it's a song about your kids growing up and the next thing I know, Ellie and Nate are sobbing. Nate in particular was the saddest. Read these all in a very dramatic sob: "I want to stay here forever forever forever." "I don't want to grow up." "I'm going to miss Luke. He's going to be sad." "Luke will cry if he has to sleep all by himself and I'm gone." "When I get bigger I have to go somewhere else." I'm trying to reassure him that he can live here forever if he wants to and he explains, "Noooo, when you get bigger you have to get a house and there's no houses here for us." I said, "Who told you that??" Through the gasps for breath I hear, "Nobody. I. . . just. . . figured . . . it out."
Oh my goodness. So many tears. That song is now banned from our house or at least until my tender-hearted son is in bed. I think he's still sitting in his bed crying.
Anyone else love ABBA or cause their 4 year old have a mid-life crisis lately?