"Do you want to DO something?" my husband JakeRyan called up to me. And since it was 8:00, all the kids were awake and it wasn't his birthday, I know that "do something" is not the same as "do it."
I actually was already doing something, watching the previous night's Glee on DVR (not the best ever I might add). Not to mention that I'd already fed the kids, they'd gone swimming and they were bathed and ready for bed. I think that would qualify as "doing" something.
I halfheartedly agreed to "do" something else and by the time I walked downstairs when my show was over I saw the boys playing Twister.
Here's where I'd like to point out that we didn't, until last night, OWN Twister. In the time that I was watching my show JakeRyan had gone to Target and purchased it. Yes, he got in the car just to buy it. This was weird.
And here's how it went:
- There was crying - Natalie was mad I made her turn off Halloweentown for the 92nd time to spend quality time with her family.
- There was inappropriateness- I challenged JakeRyan to a game and he insisted on using the colors right by mine. This was merely annoying until he deliberately stuck his ass in my face.
- There was praying - This was me while his ass was in my face. Danger!
- There was laughing - This was me again when I remembered that my husband thinks underwear is optional at home.
- There was dog hair everywhere - There's nothing like a good game of Twister, requiring your face to be several inches from the tile to get a good understanding of how critical this problem is.
- There was more crying - Justin wanted to be the spinner, but doesn't know his right from left...and can't read. I took it from him (to spare the players any more physical agony) and he freaked out.
- There was screaming - "Hurry up! My left hand is already on blue. This HURTS!"
- And today, there is soreness and no photographic evidence that I was even involved in this.