Hiding in my room

Hubby and I have gotten into a little habit over the last couple months. Not a good habit. Not one you would expect from two people who earned degrees in Family Science and Human Development.

You see, when B out grew her crib, and of course I mean out grew as in climbing out of, we had to move her to a toddler bed. That threw off her “easy-to-put-to-bed” routine we had going.

So, we came up with a system. One of us sits in the room until she falls asleep. I know. I know.

All the books say don’t do that. But the problem we are running into is that it is a nice little reprieve for whoever gets to be in there. Hubby can catch up on work, or one of the multitudes of tasks he juggles. And I can catch up on my blogging – because it too is important.

Fast forward to today. Hubby is away on a campout with the young men (brrr, even in AZ) and I am the one that gets the chair of wonder in B’s room.

Once she had fallen asleep, I switched to the younger boys rooms. T, thankfully, was sound asleep. YES! But R was nowhere to be found. A quick glance in J’s room told me he was missing too. Grrr. They need to be in bed.

But before I could chastise them appropriately for not going to bed… I found them doing LAUNDRY!!!!

Yup. And CLEANING!

Evidently, at the primary activity today, my children listened when they talked about doing service for family members. YAY for me!! I quickly retreated to my room so I wouldn’t spoil any more surprises.

So, do I let them stay up as late as they want as long as they are cleaning the house? Or do I make them go to bed and extinguish this rare flame of domestic bliss?

Well, I don’t care what the books say; I am totally letting them stay up while I hide in my room. They can “surprise” me until dawn if they want.