At some point I will be able to write about the last few weeks.
Right now, my brain is spinning. Although, I recognize my family brings drama and crazy in mass amounts I am still shocked again and again at the new records that are set in the drama department.

For now, let me tell you a story…

One upon a time there were many small children living in a small home.
These small children weren’t allowed to watch television.
But…they heard of the legend of Letterman.
They heard that when the children were put away for the night…the adults were able to turn on the beloved t.v. and watch this legend.

So, they devised a plan and put it in practice for much of the remainder of their childhood in that home…

1. the children went to bed nicely. no whining, no complaining, no stalling.

2. when their parents came to check on them…they pretended to be asleep. they learned the art of drooling, deep breathing, and dead limbs. one of the siblings became a master at hanging their arm over the top bunk as if it were dead weight. worked every time. he was a hero.

3. when their parents settled into the couch and turned on the t.v., it was time…

4. the siblings quietly crept down stairs, around the corner and behind the couch.

5. they sat on the dining room chairs (which were behind the couch) and the 10, 8, 6, and 5 year olds became Letterman fans.

Were they ever found out? Sometimes they were heard creeping down the stairs. But, one sibling always acted as if it was just them…a lone rogue child. Better to sacrifice a single sometimes then the whole forever. But, getting to the dining room meant you were home free. If the parents acted like they were getting up…we just quietly went through the kitchen and back up the stairs.

So, if you were to peek into our home on a weeknight at say…11pm… you might see a living room with a couple adults on the couch oblivious to the 4 children silently watching behind them. Maybe you could sneak them some popcorn? That would be lovely, thank you.