Sunday, July 8, 2007
Remember what I said about putting the boys in the same bedroom - giving them the opportunity to share a room, so we wouldn't have to do a bunch of shuffling when Maddie came home?
They made it three nights.
By Friday we'd had enough.
I don't know what it is with these guys, but when Q-ball and JacJac are together they truly don't seem to think about or care about the consequences of their actions.
I just don't get it.
They can recite verbatim what they are and are not allowed to do...but then they turn around and do it anyway even though they know what will happen to them!
We tried everything!
But no matter what we did, they ended up messing around for about three hours each night before they actually got to sleep.
This isn't the first time we'd tried to have them bunk together.
When we first brought Punky and JacJac home we only had three bedrooms...the boys had to share a room. But even at the ages of 1 and 4, they couldn't keep from messing around at bedtime.
So we ended up putting Q-ball on our bed and then moved him to his own bed when we went to sleep.
That went on for three years.
We got sick of it.
The boys got too big to carry in a dead sleep, so we separated them about a year ago.
It lasted about a year and then we realized when we decided to adopt, that we'd have to do something...and the middle of an adoption is NOT the time for us to think about buying a newer, bigger house.
So we decided to give it another shot.
We hoped they would be able to work through this together.
No such luck.
Now, don't get me wrong.
I love that they love playing together.
I love that they hardly ever fight.
I love that they can look at each other and just start cracking up.
I love that they're best friends.
But I can't stand the mischief they get into together!!!
Punky got to move into the big bedroom.
All by herself. (At least until Maddie gets home...which at the rate my agency is answering my questions, may be next year!)
Anyway...I spent the whole weekend moving all the bedrooms around. JacJac went back to his original bedroom, which used to be the toy room. I moved Q-ball into Punky's old room (thankfully I never got around to painting it pink!) and Punky is now parked in Q-ball's room which is painted a nice, bright yellow. (As weird as it sounds I think her decor might work. The jury is still out on that one, but once everything is cleaned up and put away I'm hoping I won't have to buy her a new bedspread or repaint...although I'll probably have to anyway so her bedding will match Maddie's.) Oh well. ;)
My muscles are sore from tearing bunk-beds apart, hauling mattresses down the hallway and my voice is scratchy from barking at the kids to move before I dropped the dresser on my toe.
Notice that I used the pronoun 'I' a lot in this blog.
That's because Meshack went on strike this weekend.
I started this whole process while he was at work Saturday morning. By the time he got home that afternoon, the kids and I had pretty much swapped all the toys and other stuff around.
All that was left were the beds.
He was not pleased.
It seems after 17 years of marriage, my mind reading skills are a little sub-par. I didn't realize he was going to give the boys an extra week to try and shape up. I thought when he said, 'That's it. Punky gets this room,' that is what he meant!
So, clearly being non-clairvoyant, I ruined his plans and his weekend. He refused to help move the beds on Saturday and being a seriously stubborn person I refused to ask for his help.
I paid the price.
I have muscles screaming at me that I haven't heard from since my high school volleyball days!
Thankfully, he took pity on me today, and helped me move the beds, although he made it abundantly clear he thinks we should have given them an extra week to shape up.
I figure, if he wanted to do that, he should have SAID so!
The kids are finally settled in their new rooms. They still have some stuff to put away, but my job is finished.
Now it's on to other items on my to-do list...
Like working on my mind-reading skills.