Operation Ruin-Mommy's-Night-Away-From-Us has commenced... and it is currently The Girls = 1 and Mommy = 0.
Tonight, for those of you that could care less or live under a rock, is the midnight premiere for Breaking Dawn: Part 1. Yes, I'm a Twi-hard, or whatever it is they call it. After the first movie, Twilight, came out, I was sucked into reading the books - literally, sucked in to them. New Moon was read in one day, about 8 hours to be exact, because it was a car ride to Oklahoma City. After that fascination, I went to the New Moon midnight movie and I chose to skip Eclipse's midnight movie (I really can't remember why - except maybe I remembered how crazy it was the time before and I couldn't handle it again. Too much time has passed now and I've forgotten. Apparently, it's like childbirth and pregnancy. You just forget how absolutely stupid and painful it is to stand in line, or wait in a movie theater for hours before your movie even starts. All you remember is how awesomely awesome it was seeing the dang movie.). May I add that I've been to midnight movie's before; back before they were all wait in line for 5 hours before being seated, then wait in your seat for 3 more hours for your movie to start. I remember seeing Spiderman 2 at the midnight movie at Eastgate and I'm pretty sure we showed up around 11:00 to be seated. (We also were the dorks then that had Spiderman shirts on, pajama pants.... masks and gloves, ha.) I've also seen movies that aren't that exciting at midnight just because I could: Devil, Halloween II. I like seeing a movie that I want to see as soon as it comes out, I just dislike the crazy masses of people on opening night. And tonight is like the worst of the worst. The only other movies I know of that cause this much ruckus are the Harry Potter movies. Thank God I never got sucked in to those too.
Back to Operation Ruin-Mommy's-Night-Away-From-Us:
Last night, I was in my bed for about 8 hours. Of that 8 hours, I'm lucky if I got 3 hours of sleep total, not consecutive. The girls took turns being up. Seriously. I had to rummage for a pillow for the big girl. Get her in to her pallet on the floor next to us. Explain to her how to work her blankets (a long story, for a different post). Settle her down. Settle myself down. Get up to put the pacifier into the little girl's mouth... about 10 times. Rewrap the little one. Shush the little one. Pray for my head to stop pounding. Leave Andrew with the whiny, not-so-tired little one. Go to the bathroom. Feed the little one. Put my pillow over my ears. Shush the big girl. Put the little one back to bed. Rewrap the little one. And then lay in bed for the next hour and a half before my mind finally shuts itself off enough to fall back to sleep. The night before the craziest midnight movie I've been to in a while. Yeah. The Girls have definitely got an edge on me. I'm ready to pawn my ticket off to someone else that has no kids and the energy to sustain themselves properly for a midnight movie.
Which means that Operation Accost-Daddy-At-The-Door-With-Two-Girls-So-I-Can-Squeeze-In-A-Nap is currently in effect.
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