Dear Samantha and Piper,
It's your last official night of summer. For months you have begged for a sleep out on the trampoline. Last night your Dad and Eli did it, which was a total set up. So here I am.
We brought the laptop out to watch a couple of Cosby Show episodes. I said we'll only watch two, but you talked me into a third. You talk me into a lot of things which is precisely how I ended up here in the first place. This is why Dad calls you guys the Great Negotiators, and why I often feel like a failure in parenting. "You must be Consistent. Children need that structure and discipline." According to all the books, that's just Parenting 101. Or as your Papa would say, "S.O.P". (that's military speak for 'standard operating procedure'). Anyway, you might grow up never accepting "no" for an answer. This could work in your favor if it's channeled correctly. Or it could blow up in your face and cause a world of hurt. If that happens, you'll most likely blame me. I'm okay with that. I'll just say, "ya, but remember the time you talked me into sleeping on the trampoline with you?!"
Do you know that Mom has to pee at least once in the middle of the night? No, I guess you wouldn't. Which is why you didn't budge during my stealth maneuvering to get off of the trampoline. It was... difficult, a bit awkward, and kind of funny. But mostly just impressive.
I took care of business and then Daddy caught me in the kitchen with the peanut butter again. Dang it; that's so embarrassing! He didn't mind though. We even shared a few peanut butter kisses ;) wink wink;)
After more ninja-like maneuvering I'm back on the tramp. Do you know what happens when three people lay on a trampoline with the heaviest in the middle? That's correct; you two slide right in. I'm super comfortable.
Love always,
Mommy
XXOO
Ps: I already have a mosquito bite.