Girls are loud.
Girls are loud and obnoxious.
Girls are loud, obnoxious and exhausting to listen to every single day.
I often wonder, was Adam furious at God at the creation of Eve? Think about it. Before she came along, think of how quiet and peaceful it was in the Garden of Eden and then she came along and ruined it.
After the creation of Eve, mankind was never the same.
We became a society of non-stop chit-chatting, gossiping and shrieking.
It’s so loud in our house whenever KK is around that my oldest seeks quiet in the basement. For a while, I thought he was just avoiding me, his mother. But then, I realized, no, he is avoiding his 6-year-old sister.
Before Christmas of 2014, when we put the twins to bed, Seth and I enjoyed at least 12 hours of utter, complete SILENCE. If we wanted to talk to each other, we did so in normal voices instead of talking over the loud-mouth girl.
But, then during Christmas break, she began to sleep-walk, moan and whine – simultaneously – in the middle of the night.
And it hasn’t stopped.
Last night, from 4 a.m. until 4:45 a.m., she was up and about in our house. (Thank goodness we have a lock on our basement door because Lord knows where we’d find her, or worse yet, hear her thumping down the stairs.)
At 4 a.m., I heard the TV click on – DINGGGG.
“WTF?” I said to myself in a sleepy-fog.
I walked into the living room, took the remote out of her hand and walked her back to bed without saying a word. Tucked her back in and left.
At 4:15 a.m., we heard her padding through the hallway again in search of her dad’s cell phone. She thought it was an ideal time to play a game.
Seth told her, “Uh, NO! Go back to bed!”
Then, 4:30 a.m. rolled around … we heard her opening and closing doors again. Once again, I walked back into the living room to find her sitting on the couch. Back to bed we went.
“You are making me MAD now!” I said to her between my clinched teeth.
And then at 4:45 a.m., we heard her again. This time, Seth rolled out of bed again and found her in her bedroom with her chalkboard leaning up against her bed. She was drawing and declared, “I AM NOT TIRED!”
We declared, “WE DON’T CARE! DON’T COME OUT OF HERE ANYMORE! GO TO BED!”
It’s like having a freaking newborn again! We are not cut out for this anymore. We like our sleep …