Last night Kaddi and I attempted to leave the house. Baby Kate was asleep. The other kids were downstairs. We left specific instructions that they should be very quiet to avoid waking up the baby. Before we even had our coats on, Luke came up the stairs screaming with someone else chasing him. So, I went downstairs again to calmly repeat my earlier instructions.
The following videos are re-enactments of what followed.
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So, apparently, you relieved some parental frustration by yelling something like, "what did I tell you to do?" and then stripped off some item of clothing (which one is unclear) and, here's the part that is perfectly clear--you then punted a basket, smashing it into dozens of pieces.
How'd the date portion of the evening go?
If it makes you feel any better, tonight Jared and I left our four to attend what is the year's most anticipated night of celebration for his lab. We got no less than 10 calls from the kids, the last of which confirmed that Matthew was crying, Whitney was policing, Katelyn was pouting, and Brigham was wide awake at 9:45 p.m.
Around our seventh call, someone said, "So, you have kids to make you appreciate what you had when you didn't have kids."
Amen.
That's a pretty accurate assessment. My children were so terrified by my performance that they managed to suppress their giggles until we left. Then they quickly filmed these parodies and spent the rest of the night laughing their heads off.
As for Kaddi and I, our evening out was truly a night of excess. We got some cinna-bites at McDonald's and a Blizzard at Dairy Queen. Then we drove around for twenty minutes wondering what would happened if we just left town for a few days.
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