Curtain Call

This is one of those days where there is too much estrogen floating around this house. First of all, we went to this "20 somethings" party which was fun, but they all seemed sooooo young. And they're really not that young when you think about it. There's nothing more irritating than people older than you pretending they are older than you in that "older than you" sort of way. But they are all beginning their families, babies and stuff, mid twenties. You know what I'm saying. Basically, we were the only ones with kids that could walk...or talk...or put cheesy potatoes on top of their hamburgers. Actually they were very well behaved. But maybe just one little story.

So at the end of the party Chole and Ev were playing with this super long irritating balloon thing that you blow up, let go, and watch fly around in the sky. You know, one of those things you throw away the moment they go to bed. So they had one balloon; right, you understand the problem. So I'm standing there talking to this girl who is pregnant with her first child and we are watching my girls who are waiting for this empty balloon to descend from the sky. And I say, "They've actually been really good lately. They haven't fought much at all!" And literally, one second after I say this, Chloe catches the balloon and Evalee throws down with her; tackles her, while Chloe does the one arm stretch to keep it away from Evalee. Both were screaming "It's my turn...Nuh-uh...GIVE IT BACK!!!"

Actually everyone was very cool. It wasn't one of those Grandma and Grandpa restaurant moments where you get stares from those who had perfect parenting skills and are wondering what your problem is. Although as we were leaving, Chloe burst out into tears about something and walked away from me, and...well, I'm a yeller. So I said, "HEY!" real loud. Now, the funny thing is, if you have children 5 or older, you wouldn't even have heard my big loud "HEY!" But as soon as I said it, I saw about 20 sets of eyes move my direction...in unison. So I smiled and said, "I'm a yeller."

My girls are great. I mean c'mon, look how cute they are! But right now I wish they would just TAKE A BOW ALREADY!!! And someone pull the dang curtain; no encore thank you very much. Too much drama.

Oh, and during this post I have threatened to "spank their butts until they cry if they don't go to sleep" two times. Anyone want me to babysit?