Bedtime
Tuesday, November 25th, 2008
“Are you going to put Randy to bed?” Bob asked.
“I will in a few minutes, I think he is still watching his show.” I said looking over at Randy.
“You know how angry he gets if he doesn't get to watch his cartoons.” Bob said while looking down at him.
When you are married with children, every night seems the same. The only difference is, what you have for dinner. Some nights it might be meat loaf while other nights it is chicken. That is about all that changes when you are married with children.
“Mommy, Mommy, look at that cat run.” Randy said as he watched the cartoon.
“He better run before the dog catches him.” I said as I watched Randy watch the cartoon.
“That dog will eat him for a snack!” Bob said.
“Don't talk like that Daddy, I like cats.” Randy said.
The cat ran off of the side of a cliff.
“It looks like the cat is no gone.” Bob said while raising up from the chair.
“No, he is hiding from the dog.” Randy explained.
Sure enough, the cat was waiting for the dog at the bottom of the hill. The dog came by him and the cat laughed at him. This made the dog angry and chased the cat some more. I knew the cartoon was over because it showed both the cat and the dog in a hospital.
“It looks like neither of them won.” Randy said looking up from the TV.
“Looks like you need to get ready for bed.” I told Randy.
“But, maybe there will be another cartoon on after this one.” Randy said glued to the TV.
“There is no more cartoons after this one.” Bob said.
“How do you know?” Randy asked.
“Because, they are going to show a movie next. Didn't you see the commercials for it?” Bob asked.
“I guess not.” Randy said somewhat depressed.
“Let's go brush your teeth and get you ready for bed.” I told Randy.
Randy got up and ran to the bathroom. He is the only kid I have ever known who actually likes to brush his teeth. When he first started brushing his teeth, he actually brushed them so much his gums would bleed. I even caught him brushing his teeth in the middle of the night. I don't know why he did that stuff, but his grandpa scared him about getting cavities.
“I'm going to get ready for bed too.” Bob yelled as he walked down the hallway.
A few years ago we put a small bathroom in what used to be a closet. Bob said that if we have more kids, we will be thanking ourselves that we have our own bathroom. He is probably right, but it still seems a little weird. I could hear him using his electric razor in our bathroom while I was getting Randy ready for bed. I thought it was kind of weird that he would be shaving before he went to bed.
I put Randy to bed and went into our bedroom. There Bob was up reading some magazine. He got a subscription to some fishing magazine. I don't know why he got it, he never goes fishing. He says he likes to read it because it relaxing him. Go figure, I don't understand that one.
I got ready and I laid in bed.
“Why don't you put that magazine away?” I said as I laid next to him.
“Why?” Bob asked.
“Because, I want you to pay some attention to me.” I said back to him.
“Mommy, I think I heard something down stairs.” Randy said running into the room.
“I'm sure nothing is down stairs.” Bob said putting the magazine away.
“Why don't you go check?” I asked.
“Yeah Daddy, go check.” Randy said.
“I'll go check, but you better be getting to bed.” Bob told Randy.
Bob went downstairs and checked if there was anyone down there. It was just the dog running around downstairs. We started letting him inside the house because it will be getting cold outside. I thought it would be a good idea to get him house broken. Maybe it isn't such a good idea.
“What was down there?” Randy asked afraid.
“It was the dog. Get back to bed.” Bob said.
Randy went back to bed. I checked up on him and we fell asleep. Sometimes that kid doesn't want to go to bed for anything. I don't know, but I might have to ask the doctor if anything might be wrong. I try my best to keep him active so he has things to do.
“What a fucking long day.” I said as I lit a cigarette.
