The boy wanted to sleep outside in his tent last night. It took some politicking, but he eventually peaceably agreed to allow his sister to join him. He just wanted help getting his tent setup, which I agreed to do. My only condition was that he helped with the setup, and he did. So everyone went to bed happy last night.
But not everyone woke up happy this morning. Since being outside in a tent together is such a unique experience, neither of them was able to fall asleep until late. The Wife and I expected them to be up a bit, but not until almost 10:30 with their shucking and jiving.
But the worst of it came at about 3AM this morning when they both got up to go to the bathroom. Their entering and exiting the house woke up both the Wife and I. And then we both stayed awake as we listened to them chat. And chat. And chat. And chat.
And giggle.
We both let it ride initially because we figured there was no way they’d be able to stay awake that long. But after 45 minutes, the Wife went first and told them they were keeping us up and to go to sleep. Shortly after the Wife climbed back into bed, it was like she’d never been down there. So I took my turn telling them to go to sleep. At least at this point, it was still dark outside.
But not for much longer. Once the Sun started to rise, they started talking again. And when it became clear there would be no more sleep to be had, the Wife went downstairs to knit and drink some coffee. I also eventually yielded to reality.
So when they go to take that inevitable afternoon nap, I’ll be sure to pick them up and drop them in the pool. Multiple times if necessary.