The Mr. probably makes it home only about 2 or 3 nights a week in time for dinner, which is ok, because when he does he totally takes over bedtime duty while I clean up the kitchen (which may be code for drink a glass of wine and relax…). I love listening to him and the kids rumbling around upstairs and it’s always some version of this…
“I love you”
“I love you more!”
“I love you most!”
Well, I love you more than most!!!
I love you MORE than the most-est!!
and on and on it goes…erupting into a fit of giggles…
just a knock down drag out “who loves you more” argument,
followed by a tickle fight,
which turns into a wrestling match,
ending in a story made up of princesses and knights doing battle on the stock market
(he could really write an interesting children’s book about magic castles and 401k plans…)
Then there’s the good night kisses and hugs,
one more drink of water, one more potty break,
and then the sweet silence of bedtime.
All the while I’m down in the kitchen doing the dishes (ok, and sipping a glass of wine) secretly knowing I’m the one who loves them all the most….most-est :)