The Witching HourOctober 31, 2011 at 12:58 pm | Posted in Bun, Transylvania | 14 Comments
Tags: Boys, Challenges, Children, Curiosity, Fun, Halloween, Kids, Motherhood, Play, Romania
There’s a brief, brief period each day when I’m alone with Bun. After the nanny leaves for her evening college class. Before my husband gets home with Giggles and Lollipop.
It’s never more than an hour. But let me tell you, it’s the longest hour ever.
It usually goes like this: Bun runs from one end of the apartment to the other. He makes mischief. I hop along behind him on my crutches, knowing I can’t possibly prevent his shenanigans and attempting merely to keep him from doing bodily harm. To himself. And to me, what with all the blocks, trains, and breath mints he tosses in his wake.
I sweat and pant. He cackles. We do it all again.
Last week’s tomfoolery included the following:
1. Dumping cinnamon Listerine all over the bathroom floor.
2. Emptying the potato bin and distributing the spuds around the apartment.
3. Running down the hall wielding a pizza slicer.
4. Lobbing handfuls of dog food in the foyer.
5. Digging petrified Cheerios out from under the couch. And eating them.
6. Rearranging the icons on my task bar.
7. Stealing my crutch and leaving me stranded at the kitchen sink.
8. Poking the dog in the eye.
9. Dismantling my nesting measuring cups.
10. Removing his brother’s socks from their drawer. Then removing the drawer from its hinges.
11. Rearranging the dining room chairs.
12. Poking the dog in the other eye.
13. Putting two green Legos in the freezer.
Tell me there’s been a full moon. There was, right? Last week was for tricks; this week is for treats? Right??
Do your kids have a witching hour? Does the phase of the moon affect them? Care to share some of their shenanigans?