On Friday at about 5:30, as we were planning for a normal night of dinner/bath/books/bed, to conclude at the usual time, 7:30-8, a friend of Sarah's called with Astros tickets for that night. It was a beautiful cool, crisp Houston evening so on a whim we said sure let's go and we did indeed have a lovely time. Neither boy paid much attention to the game and there were two little girls there, with whom Jamie was very happy to spend his time, especially since they had popcorn.
Now, we knew that there were fireworks after the game, but were non-committal about it with Jamie. While he used to be terrified of the prospect of hearing fireworks, let alone seeing them, he was now pretty excited for it. The game went fast so we said OK. Both boys enjoyed them. Connor sat on Sarah's lap with his hands over his ears staring upward with his mouth opened in awe. Jamie sat on my lap and I covered his ears. He later admitted that he had been a little scared, but that he loved the fireworks. There were lots of questions about how they worked (like I know) and what their relationship to guns and bombs is.
By the time we got the home and to bed, it was probably 10 o'clock. Late, but we figured it was the weekend, they could sleep in. Yeah right. Well, Connor actually did sleep 'til 8:30 but Jamie was up at 7:15. And, what do you know, they were both cranky ALL weekend as a result. Neither slept in much on Sunday and they were both real pills. Then today, a school day they slept until almost 8 and would have happily kept going. Jamie proclaimed, "I just want to go back to sleep!" Like that would EVER happen on the weekend. Oh no.
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Sounds like somebody else is cranky too (quite understandably.)
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