Very relaxing, besides the fire, bugs and screaming kids

The night before last Steve and I settled onto our couch for that blissful little span of night where the kids are fast asleep and we are finally done with our to-do lists for the day. I heated some water on the stove for a nice cup of hot tea to drink while watching our favorite shows. Shortly after sitting down with me tea, I smelled something. I quickly looked to the kitchen and sure enough I saw one our oven mitts on the stove, and on fire. I yelled some choice words, did a high jump over an ottoman before throwing the oven mitt in the sink.

I guess after I had moved my teapot from the burner I had thrown the oven mitt on top of it. Oops. And the oven mitt was made of a very nice heat-resistant rubber, which stunk the house up horribly.

So, Steve sprang to action opening all the windows, even opening up our doors and propping a big fan on our kitchen counter. The fumes were bad.

Finally we settled back down for relaxation time. After some time though I noticed some little bugs swarming around me and as I said aloud “I think we have bugs in here,” I looked to the wall next to me and noticed the wall was COVERED with little bugs. Maybe little flies. I don’t know. But I did the same high jump I did earlier and exited the area VERY quickly. Again Steve got on it with a vacuum cleaner and we laughed about how leaving the doors open created a worse problem than we had to begin with. And they were not gone with one quick cleanup. The whole next hour we were sucking up these bugs with the vacuum.

So, on to the next night. We thought surely our kids would go to bed at their usual 8 or 8:30. Eva was so tired she was kinda cranky all night and she’s teething again. Ella was so hyper I figured she would crash too. Nope. Ella came downstairs several times. She had many excuses: “I falled out of bed!” “Just 5 more minutes!” I can’t sleep!” This happened over and over and over again.

And we didn’t know what Eva’s problem was. She kept refusing a bottle. Didn’t really want to play or be held. She was a fussy baby. Finally she fell asleep in my arms around 10.

So, please God, if you are reading my blog (I can hope can’t I?) please let my kids fall asleep at 8 tonight. I mean after all the big wordly problems of course. I don’t want to be selfish. I just want two hours. And I promise I will not make hot tea.