Directly Proportional

After taking my husband and I 2 hours to put both Brandon and Bailey to bed tonight it occurred to me, now upon reflection, that it's exactly how long they both slept for today. And while that itself is a mean feat, it also plays havoc later on in the evening when we try and get them to sleep, regardless of what time I wake them up. The time they sleep for during the day, is always directly proportional to how long it then takes them to both go to sleep at night. Case in point- today when they both slept for 2 hours it then took them both 2 hours to go to sleep. It wasn't something that occurred to me today when I realised they were both asleep in the car. I was too excited. I was quietly jumping up and down. Finally I was guaranteed of some silence.

The 2 boys and I had briefly ventured into the shops today to go to the bank and check our PO Box. From the moment we all got out of the car at the car park until the moment we all hopped back in, the 3 of us ran. My running wasn't by choice but rather a need to stay with the boys. They both just ran and ran and ran. Typically as we are running in a line, with me 100% of the time bringing up the rear, people always smile at us. It fascinates me and intrigues me that a mum running after her 2 boys, or 2 boys running away from their mum, is such a pivotal point of entertainment. And the comments are always along the same flavour. Comments I've had from strangers in the past few days about my running children include: "I have runners too" as I dashed past another mum, and another one was "My daughter has days like that too". They are always said with a smile so I find it quite jovial.

One thing that is so absolutely completely not directly proportional is the size of my children to the volume of noise they make. I am sure they break all noise barriers in existence. I can guarantee they break all barriers that exist in my car and at home. As cliched as it is, they do only have one volume level and that's extremely loud. Watch out mum and dad when you come to visit. You may need to bring some ear muffs. 

We called in to see daddy and drop off his paperwork that he'd left on the kitchen bench at 5:30am this morning as he went off to work. The 2 boys and I then had some lunch in the car out the front of daddy's work site. The boy's inhaled the food that I had packed for them. That's what happens when you run everywhere boys, you eat fridge loads of food to replenish your energy. Once I got rid of the ringing in my ears (ie the kids were sleeping), at home I kept washing and washing. I worked for several hours this afternoon into the evening while my husband manned the fort. The 2 boys and my husband played outside for quite some time swinging, jumping and running. The 2 boys ate and ate again apparently just as they had finished gobbling up their afternoon tea I'd made up. No wonder we spend several hundred dollars on food a week.

So the evening passed and it's rather late now that the boys are asleep. In fact all 3 of my men are asleep. Just another typical Friday night. I really enjoy it actually. It's quiet and no one wants me to prepare food for them constantly. I'll lap up the silence now because I know that tomorrow will be another wild and chaotic day, but strangely I am looking forward to it.