Ever done...THIS?

We think we've lost our minds.

But, who hasn't, right? That, or maybe we're just figuring out something most of you have already assumed about my family for some time now.

We've lost it.

Here's the short version: Said family was set to head downtown to High Velocity inside the new JW Marriott for a WFMS pre-party prior to the Colts game. Said family's husband was running errands, and rather than come all the way home, he suggested we meet somewhere half-way and drop off his car, so said family could ride in one vehicle. Said husband's wife agreed this was a reasonable, though they aren't always, idea. Following the party, said family buckles up for a safe ride home, commenting on how A)tired they are B)the onion rings rocked and C)they shouldn't have eaten the onion rings. Said family's home, a good 35 minutes from downtown Indy, is a welcome sight to two tired and cranky boys who needed to be tucked in to bed, well, yesterday.

That's when said family realized they forgot to pick up said husband's car where they had parked it 3 hours earlier. And there they sat, mouths open, staring at an empty garage.

Said family agreed they are dorks.

And so it goes.

why I dread bedtime routines

Well, here I am.

Sadly, I couldn't recall my password when I tried to log in to my blog, it's been that long since I've written. Rather than go in to some Charlie Sheen rant about why I haven't had time to write, I'll just say life has been full of hurdles.

As I tucked my youngest in to bed last night, I made a mental note to share one of the many conversations in my home that make me smile. And sometimes bang my head against a wall, but mostly smile.

I'm talking about bedtime routines.

Most kids need them, we have them, but ironically, I hate them. It's usually a struggle to get the kids in bed during what I consider to be a reasonable hour. Last night was no different. Something always delays the process. And while there are many things I love about my 6-year-old, like his Elvis impersonations, his Beatles t-shirt, and how he tries to be helpful by collecting the mail, only to drop random pieces all the way up the drive, he is also very stubborn.

That trait makes picking out his school clothes during bedtime routine a bit challenging. I blame athletic clothing for that, since Hayden believes they should be part of his school uniform every day. And, for the record, he's not fond of budging on this policy. I would like his teacher to think he spends at least an occasional day OFF of a basketball court. So, there we were last night, with his refusal to wear anything that doesn't make him look like an NBA or NFL star making the unpopular bedtime routine a dreaded task.

Me: Hayden, you don't have gym tomorrow, so we are wearing khaki shorts.

Hayden: No, Mom. Athletic!

Me: C'mon, buddy...just one day...you wore them over the summer. You can wear these, Choice A, or these, Choice B. They are just a bit different. Your call.

Hayden: Hmmmm...

Me: One more time, Choice A with the cool pockets, or these, Choice B, the darker ones.

Hayden: Ummm...I'll pick...Choice C...ATHLETIC.

Night, Mom.