Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Time for Bed, Part II or Turnabout is fair play

            “We’re going to bed now, Mom.”

            “OK. Sleep well.”

            My sons, now 24 and 16, looked at each other and rolled their eyes. “It’s almost midnight,” the older one announced.
            “Uh huh,” I answered absently. “Good night.”

            “You should go to bed now, too,” the younger one suggested.

            “I will in a couple of minutes.”

            “You have a dentist appointment tomorrow at 8 AM.” The older son was looking at my calendar hanging in the kitchen. “You’re also having lunch with Dawn and then you’re volunteering at the high school PTA meeting tomorrow night.”

            “Busy day,” I replied. “I hope I can fit some time in there to write.”

            “You really need to get some sleep.” The older son nodded agreement with his baby brother.

            “I have to ice this guy before I can go to bed. The idiot attacked me 23 times for no money. This one is personal.”

            “Is she speaking English?”

            “It’s some Facebook app,” the younger one answered, looking over my shoulder at my laptop screen. “Looks like Mafia Wars.”

            “Sounds violent.”

            “I know, right? I think she’s addicted.”

            “Good night, boys.” I spoke firmly and used my mom voice.

            “Mom, you really do need to go to bed now.” My younger baby, 6 feet tall, gently patted me on the shoulder. “You’re going to get sick if you don’t get enough sleep.”

            “We’re just worried about you,” the older baby, who wears a nicely trimmed beard, added.

            “Oh for heaven’s sake!” I asked my mafia family to take care of the idiot for me and turned off the computer. “All right, already. Are you happy now?”

            I stomped up the stairs.

            “I’m really getting tired of having to go through this with her every night,” the older son whispered to his brother at the bottom of the stairs.

            The younger son was in complete agreement. “She’s an adult. You’d think she’d be smarter than this.”

            I hid a smile as I turned at the top of the stairs to look at them. “Good night, gentlemen.”

            “Good night, Mom. Love you.”

            “I love you, too.”

The picture was taken in April 2010 in Savannah, GA. I'm in the middle. The handsome young man on the left is my older son PJ and the handsome young man on the right is my younger son Alex. And yes, we have actually had the conversation I wrote here. Too funny.


  1. lol! I can just see it. You do know that an intervention is the next step...
    btw, good work with those boys. They are fine young men.

  2. I can almost imagine the scene. Only in my version there is more sarcasm and mocking involved. ;-) Ditto on the good parenting kudos!

  3. Thanks! Yes, the intervention is next. Read Friday's post.