That’s a dress

Bedtime.

Y’all, we could have the best day ever then bedtime comes.

Bam!

Day ruined.

This is because, during bedtime our two oldest girls constantly bicker, move loudly about their room, come out to ask a crap ton of questions, turn lights on and off…it’s constant.

And a few weeks ago was no exception.

Brent and I are finally sitting in the same room, in close proximity trying to catch one another up from our day.

And guess what?

Here comes Tempest with an unnecessary question.

She asks, we answer, and direct her back to bed with instructions not to leave her room again.

Not a few seconds pass, here comes Sprite also with her unnecessary question.

*wide-eyed stifling back frustration and a nasty tone*

We answer and send her back with the same instructions.

Ya’ll…for what felt like an eternity, they continuously bombarded us with ridiculous questions, dancing (yes dancing), jokes, and other items that could have definitely waited until the following day.

We were done.

“Obey, get back to your room, or get a consequence.” we bellowed simultaneously.

We hear the quick pitter patter of feet receding down the hallway.

The girls were finally in their room.

A minute or two go by, our spidey-sense working overtime, when Brent says suddenly, “I told you if you come out here one more time you will get a consequence.”

Brent and I both look at who is now going to sit in a corner for 15 minutes.

Brent says with disdain, “and…that’s a dress.”

The dress was a costume we had hanging on our hooks by the front door.

So, I did what any awesome wife would do.

I snapped a photo.

That pink thing in the background completely disobeyed the bedtime orders.

If the costume wasn’t already hanging by it’s shoulders, it would have been in the corner for time-out.

Y’all, I laughed so much.

It’s also possible I’m laughing while I rehash and remember this moment.