Unfashionable

Tonight was one of those nights where all the children are bedded down before seven. Thankfully it's dark out. The half hour before everyone was put down was filled with screams of tired protest and misunderstandings.

I told the big girls I'd read them some books. Between constant interruptions and questions like, "When you're done with this book..." I had enough. I started reading really fast with the wooden spoon nestled next to me.

I really dislike ending a day in this fashion but I dislike even more the thought of my children being really obnoxious/annoying people who cannot tell when enough is enough.

They're young. And they outnumber us.