visit to our own world

So Adam got switched back to night shift. Bum, bum, bum, bum, bummer.

He "temporarily" started having to leave for work at 4:30 pm and not getting home till 6am when Ben was a baby. Ben is 6 folks. Temorarily my boot. But whatever, I goes with the flow. Or something. Make it work (oooh when will project Runway be back?).

Then school started and night shift it just flat out sucked. The boys would barely get home from school and it'd be time for Adam to leave for work. If it wasn't for their car rides to and from school he'd basically never see them. Stink suckitty stink stink. But there again, we just kind of got used to it and hey they did have some interesting little doozies of conversations on their lil car rides.

Then Adam got to switch to days and he was getting home right after the boys, they were on the same school night bedtime, up early on the weekends. I never realized quite how much I hated nights till he got switched to days.

Then bam the LeBus gods frowned down upon us this summer and tada Adam's back on nights. A big stinking ack and phooey on that. But then as the boys and I stayed up later and later to catch some time with Dadam, Josey had a straight up brilliant idea.

Back in the day those hours were pretty sweet. Midnight grocery shopping, hide and seek at 3 in the morning, when we'd go out to eat or to a park it'd be nearly deserted because of the hour, it was just this crazy magical feeling of just us. I was telling Josey about those times one day and he said I wish we could do that now so *poof* the fellas and I officially switched to the night shift.

We have gone out in the pool at midnight, drawing with chalk in the carport at 2am, Spongebob Bash till who knows what time in the am, charades at 3am, brownie baking at 5am, some just regular ole boring stuff made ridiculously swell just because of the hour. We went to a yard sale at 7am the other morning, then got a late breakfast/supper at McDonalds before finally going to bed at 9am. We went to the last show of G Force the other night and were the only ones there (we may or may not have danced around like maniacs, talked really loud, and let Jake run around all over the place just because we could). To quote the always brilliant Josey "it's like it's our own world".

There have been two downsides to these hours though. For one, woohoo, the boys are up late too so we can do all kinds of stuff with them is also um yeah we can't watch this movie because it has bad words and the whole crew is awake. But clearly some of Josey's brilliance has worn off on me because I have ever so brilliantly created Kid Island. Kid Island is a king size mattress on the floor of our bedroom. The fellas have a plank (aka broken closet door) brought in onto the island. On Kid Island nights only they are allowed snacks and drinks in there. The first time Kid Island opened I was trying to get Jakers back to sleep and I heard Adam back there talking all pirtey and talking about loot and swashbucklers. He took them their drinks in a little wooden treasure chest. Once I got Jake settled he took them a "little stowaway". Meanwhile over on Grownup Island no one is fake coughing to cover up unexpected curse words. No kids are allowed on Grownup Island except in an emergency or Kid Island gets shut down. It is totally completely awwwwwwwwwwwesome. So problem one, solved.

Then there's woohoo, we're the only ones up, very cool on the weekends but on the weekdays when Adam is at work and the fellas and I are homebound its no we can't call so and so and no no one can come over an no we can't go to the library. But alas just as that one is really starting to stink Adam is supposedly getting switched back to days next week. It's midnight now and Jake went ahead and went to sleep (after pouring out a bag of shredded cheese in the hamper) and the boys look like maybe they could go any minute, so it looks like we are all headed back to the real world.