I came up with a new afternoon tactic because since Super Bowl Sunday the girls have been completely wired for sound at night.
My tactic is called Operation WTAO (Wear Their Asses Out.)
This is all in an attempt to get them to sleep by a decent hour of, say, 8:30. We start the bedtime routine at 8 and lately Miss A, the night owl, is still awake after 9. She’s 2 years old. What the heck is she staying up late for?
Any way, back to Operation WTAO.
When I picked up Miss A from daycare yesterday I decided I would take both girls to the park since it was unusually warm in Nashville. But then some random sprinkles ruined my plans and I took them to the mall indoor play area. When I heard that Miss A’s class had spent two hours on the playground I knew she would be worn out.
Mwaa haa haa haa. Operation WTAO was in full swing.
Then last night the weather here in Tennessee was absolutely horrific and we were glued to the TV. Or at least I was. Tornado warnings were out for our county and pretty much every surrounding county. Thirty plus homes in a neighboring county (Williamson) were completely destroyed. At one point, sometime between 9 and 10, the tornadic activity was shown coming toward our part of town and the hubby told me to grab the girls and get in the bathtub as the winds were really picking up and he actually heard a tree go down, but not in our yard, thankfully. The girls finally went to sleep around 10. I think I fell asleep around 11 and then shortly after midnight a Public Works truck was just literally a couple of houses up the road and workers were using chainsaws to clear a tree that was down. There wasn’t anything significant at all in our area, though, so it was just a bad thunderstorm for us.
Miss C was really frightened last night, especially when we got in the tub. I told her we were just having a tornado drill and everything was OK. Miss A? Was not scared at all. I started to sing as we sat in the bathtub for a few minutes underneath the heavy foam mattress pad the hubby had put over us. Miss A told me to stop singing “that song.”
“What song do you want mommy to sing?” I asked her as I held her in my lap with my left arm and pulled Miss C closer to me with my right arm.
“The twister song!” she says in a sing-song voice and flashing me the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.
I swear Miss A is going to be a cowgirl, a storm chaser, or a race car driver when she grows up.
p.s. Thank you to Charla (Southern Mom) for checking on us via e-mail this morning. She had a lot of damage where she lives.