9:00 pm. “fssssssst” “fssssst” “fsssst” Husband spraying upper body with Solarcaine, after broiling his skin during a day of fishing.
9:15 pm.: In a whisper more akin to a horse than a human…"Mama….? Mama…….MAMA! I’m hungry!”
9:20 p.m: “mnia mnia mnia” Superman smacking his mouth while chewing his banana.
11:00 p.m: “fsssssst.” “fssssssst” “fssssst.” Mean thoughts go through my head.
12:30 a.m.: “Wall-E! beeeeeeep, blrrrrrrrp, Wall-E!” Monchichi’s Eva robot is ready to rock n roll. So is Monchichi.
1:45 am.: “ooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww……..fsssssssssssssssssst” I am trying really hard to feel sorry for the husband right now. Really. Really. Hard.
3:15 a.m.: “Ah! AAAAAAAAAH! EEEEEEEEEH! Eh! AH!” Monchichi is awake and cares very little about the volume of his voice. Or the brightness of the light bulbs. Damn it.
5:00 a.m: shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, “crap!”………..Me, trying to make it to the bathroom, almost tripping over Monchichi, curled up and snoring on the floor next to my bed, with Eva by his side.
5:00 a.m. galunkgalunkgalunkgalunkgalunk……Nola, our cat, racing up and down the hall as soon as she sees I’m awake……PETA would not like what I am thinking right now.
6:00 a.m. “fssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst.”
6:03: The best sound of all: my coffee machine brewing the elixir that will keep me awake, after a night filled with sounds only a loving mom and wife could tolerate.