Why I am a pushover mom, example #9684

Clock hits 8:30pm and I get ready to sound my final warning for bedtime. Only as the words are about to leave my mouth, Seamus runs into the kitchen literally jumping up and down.

"SpongeBob! Christmas special!! It's on! It's on! It's on!"


A better mother would insist NO, it's bedtime. And it's SpongeBob. Each episode is repeated 57,000 times. (When I say that, all I can hear is my Dad: "Turn this off - even *I've* seen this episode of the Brady Bunch 100 times now. You can't need to watch it again!")

But me? Total pushover. They're happy, they're dancing, they're quiet...and they're nightowls, just like their mama.

(And there's at least a chance for no school tomorrow due to winter weather. Surely that makes this story a tad better???)

(Yeah, ok...it might...be we all know I would have let them stay up even if it was a sunny night in May....)