The Day After...This is how I closed out my least favorite
We sat on the couch in a cool, quiet house to nurse and he was out in minutes. I made the deliciousness pictured and was able to eat almost all of it before he woke up for his usual evening playtime. Good news is that he was back to sleep as soon as we went to bed. Despite the excruciating loud noises from outside, we both were asleep by 9:00.
Unfortunately, that was not the end of the story; #3 was delivered home sweaty and sad by his Dad for some downtime. After much convincing (and a shower), he and I headed to bed. before we were even tucked in, someone RANG THE DOORBELL! It was Aunt Jane and Uncle John stopping by before the headed home from Grandma and Grandpa's house; they were without their boys for the first time on Firecracker Day and were missing some kiddo time.
An hour later #2 came in our room for a shower, presumably because his 'Potato' friend was in his shower. He was not quiet about it and he is my child who feels the need to turn on every switch he sees. After convincing him that he only needed one light to shower I was able to fall asleep after the boy-roar settled to a hum. Finally, with only 4 hours asleep in my future, I was going to sleep for real!
7/5/12 Update: #1 made it to detassling on time (read 4:50 am). Everyone has all of their fingers and toes, no one is wanted by the authorities, and our house and our out of town neighbor's houses are unscathed. Phew. 365 or so more days before it all starts again.
