Thanks to the way our house is set up, our kids bedrooms are right next to each other.  They share a wall and their doorways are no more then 6 inches apart.  Even though they each have a sound machine  and we keep a fan running in the hallway during the summer to push the cold air from our window a/c unit into their rooms, they can still very easily hear each other.

Last night I was shocked when bedtime magically went off without much of a fuss.  I put both kids to bed at the same time and the Bean stayed in bed and didn’t start her usual hysterics.  I was almost giddy with relief- maybe, just maybe, the worst was behind us.  I camped out in the living room after getting them down just to make sure the Bean was staying put and started to read my book.  5 minutes pass and all is still quiet until I hear Scorch yell for me.

I ran/glided down the hallway past the Bean’s room into Scorch’s trying so very hard not to make too much noise thinking for sure he must be bleeding or the house must be fire because why else would he yell for me after I explicitly told him not to?  Nope- no life threatening emergencies, he just wanted to know if he could sleep with his shirt off.  I calmly told him he could do whatever he needed to to be comfy, but he could not yell for me again because he may wake his sister up.  I kissed him goodnight again and tried to silently sneak back out past the Bean’s room.

Yeah- no such luck, I was busted.  Thankfully it only took me a few minutes to get her back down so it wasn’t too bad.

Fast forward to tonight. Again, I’m putting the kids to bed at the same time and all is going relatively well.  Before kissing Scorch goodnight, I asked him if he needed to ask me anything because I didn’t want him yelling for me and waking his sister up.  He assures me he’s fine, so I head into the kitchen again to wait the Bean out and see if she’s going to stay in bed.

I kid you not- 5 minutes later, Scorch yelled for me.  Thinking that he damn well have better lost a limb, I tried to quietly get into his room. His limbs were all intact, he just wanted to know if he woke the Bean up last night when he yelled for me.  If he did, he was really sorry and he wouldn’t do it again.

I wanted to bang my head on the wall.  I greatly appreciated his apology and his sweet sentiment, but it would have meant so much more if he hadn’t done the same exact thing again in order to apologize.  For a smart kid, sometimes I wonder about him!