First Night Goofies

We’re up in Maine for a couple of days.  The Wife decided to take us along on one of her business trips.  The room was already paid for and she was driving up anyway, so why not?

I’m currently waiting for the two of them to expend their goofiness.  We had a nice dinner with the Wife’s colleagues, but now the kids are all ramped up in the hotel room.  We got back late enough that it was basically time for them to got to bed.

Getting them ready wasn’t any trouble.  Getting them to actually go to sleep is proving to be very difficult.

First, there’s the novelty of them sleeping in the same bed.  So they have to wrestle over the covers, the pillow, and their territory.  Then, there’s the overwhelming urge to reach out and POKE! one another.  Then the giggles start.  Then they quiet down long for a bit before the next wave of giggles start.  Then one of them farts.

You get the idea.

In the meantime, I try to be judicious with my interventions.  I let them go on for abit, thinking they’ll burn themselves out.  But that takes too long.

Then I sternly tell them to settle down.  That’s followed with a “Yeah!” from one to the other.  Then more giggling. 

I wait a bit longer, then try it again.  After repeating the same pattern several times, I start to get more menacing.  They’ll sleep on the floor; they’ll regret it tomorrow.  Now, we move to the scenario where one is actually trying to go to sleep, but the other isn’t obliging.

Then, they try to blame me for not being able to sleep because I have a light on.  I point out that the light has nothing to do with it and that the two of them have been goofing off the entire time- THAT’S why the can’t sleep.

Finally, now they have settled down, the novelty of the room and situation having run its course.  I didn’t even have to scream myself horse.