Busy Mamas

This weekend a bunch of us got together at Karen and TSO’s house. It was a typical gathering at their house. Some great food, fun company, unnecessarily violent yet oh-so-entertaining mixed martial arts matches on the television, and children running around hopped up on sugar screaming like little girls. Usually whenever we get together it goes like this… The men stay upstairs bonding with each other while watching grown men in spandex hot pants pummel each other until someone passes out in a pool of their own blood. Meanwhile the women are sequestered downstairs with the children to supervise their play, ensure their safety and basically keep them out of the men’s hair. Probably much like what goes on in those FLDS cults. Without the polygamy, of course. But not that we have anything to complain about…sometimes the men actually take a break from their Ultimate Fighting matches to let us know that they are ready for us to serve dessert. Or sometimes they just serve themselves and start without us. An hour later we come up to find the cake half gone and empty ice cream cartons sitting on the counter. But that is not the point of my post.

I have to give credit (ugh) to TSO. On this particular evening us womenfolk finally decided to bring the kids back upstairs to give them some dessert. After their mochi ice cream they started running amok in the living room like a pack of wild animals, chasing each other and shrieking so loudly that the windows shook. The men couldn’t convince the kids to go back downstairs (or more like couldn’t convince the women to go downstairs) so TSO took matters into his own hands. He gathered up all the kids in front of him and told them they were going to play Simon Says. The kids eagerly agreed to participate. “Simon says lie down”. Everyone lay down. “Simon says pretend to go to sleep. The person who stays still the longest wins.” Everyone immediately lay as still as possible. A minute went by and they were all still playing along, vying for first place and struggling to keep their eyes closed.

A few minutes go by and we notice that my daughter is extremely still. Not a peep. She’s asleep! Next thing you know, they all start dropping off like flies. Within 15 minutes every single kid (well except a couple of the young ones that weren’t playing to begin with) was passed out on the floor leaving the adults to enjoy some peace and quiet. TSO, I will begrudgingly say that you are a genius. And no, I’m not paying you that $100 you say I owe you to put my kid to bed.

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