Bedtime: 1:50 a.m.
Waketime: 7:28 a.m.
Goals for the day: Move the mattress up into the still empty master bedroom, grocery shop, stay awake.
Instead of braving the shiny, ice-coated streets to go wrap gifts at the Barnes & Noble with FFJ, I Tibble-sat and spent the morning arguing with Cade, Nolan, and Liam about who was the best: robots, Ninjas, Superman, or Batman. Let me tell you, none of those boys’ heads is screwed on right. The argument went a little like this:
“Why do you like Batman so much?” I asked Nolan, who is almost 4.
“I don’t know,” he said. “He’s just cool.”
“Cooler than Superman?”
“What makes him so cool?” I asked.
“He flies around and he has wings.”
“He can’t fly without an airplane. Only Superman can fly.”
“So? Batman’s still cooler,” Nolan said.
“I like Ninjas, then Superman, then Batman,” Cade interjected.
“ROBOTS!” Liam shouted.
“So what’s so great about Batman?” I asked Nolan again, convinced I could win him over to the right side.
“He goes around and gets all the bad guys and the monsters so they can’t get us,” he said. “And he’s cool.”
“Superman is cool,” I said.
“Not as cool as Batman.”
We also had a dance party, played Spiderman (I had to show them how to bend their wrists appropriately to get the webs out), played monster trucks, and vegged out to Goof Troop. I think I babysat for two hours.
Then I braved the holiday crowds and went grocery shopping. The only reason everyone got out of the Super T alive today is that I was too damn tired to kill them all. Tis the season to be annoying as hell. I am convinced.