Saturday night, after the extra boys had gone home, I hit a wall of exhaustion I hadn't felt in a long time. I was drained and tired and all I wanted to do was go to sleep...on the trampoline.
You mean, if you were dog tired, you'd want to crawl into your cozy bed with the down comforter and the Tempur-Pedic pillow and snuggle in for a good night's sleep?
Not me. No sir'ree. No how. No way.
My kids had been begging to sleep on the trampoline and, you know, since it's February, why wouldn't now be the perfect time of year?
Can we, can we, PLEASE?!?!?!
Will you sleep out there with us, 'cause it's dark?
Baby, the police helicopter flies over about 10 times a night most Saturdays with it's spotlight on. You'll probably have enough light to read by.*
Children, you know you'd have plenty of warning if someone were to come in the backyard because the neighbors' many dogs bark at the slightest movement. All. Night. Long.*
PRETTY PLEASE with Milk Duds on top? My children totally know how to break me down.
At this point, Trey was faking some sort of fast-induced hearing loss.
Ok, seriously, how bad could it be? I weighed the pros.
1. I could legitimately go to bed at 8:30 even if the dishes weren't done.
2. I could still take my Tempur-Pedic pillow outside.
3. Our sleeping bags are supposed to keep you warm up to, like, 20 degrees below zero.
4. I could score major cool points with my children.
5. The little people are really funny when they feel like they're doing something crazy.
The cons I initially blocked out. Throughout the night, however, they came to me one by one.
1. Every time someone moves, everybody moves, and moves, and moves.
2. Our sleeping bags lied.
3. Sadie, even when sleeping rightnexttome, will still try to crawl into my sleeping bag in the middle of the night which will result in everyone bouncing, and waking up, and talking about how "totally awesome" this is.
4. There are a LOT of sirens in West Dallas on Saturday nights. Coupled with the screeching of some sweet twenty-fos.
5. The police helicopter does indeed fly over our neighborhood, with it's spotlight on, about every hour. It's like a giant coocoo-bird armed with semi-automatic weaponry.
6. Neighborhood dogs get confused when children and their mom sleep on the trampoline. They spend the night barking to each other trying to see if anyone can figure out what the heck is going on.
As you can see, the cons slowly but surely outnumbered the pros.
At about 4:30, Trey came out to check on us. We were all awake, cold, and ready to get in our own beds. Oh, wait, I'm sorry, what I meant was that everyone wanted to come sleep in my bed. And 'fnuggle.
I still earned major cool points. Totally worth it.
* Clarification: I did not actually say these things to my children. I promise.