Saturday morning around 6:30am, I heard our bedroom door open. I had been out past 1am with some friends last night (you know, partying… living the high life… okay, actually it was playing a 3 hour board game called Incan Empire, which is my idea of fun), so I was dead tired. Still, 6:30 is the normal wake-up time for Peter. Eyes shut, I lay perfectly still as if prey trying not to be noticed by predator. “Oh please don’t be awake… please don’t be awake… please don’t…. hmmmmmm, where’d he go?”
The door had closed. I vaguely heard the stair gate opening and closing. The mystery kid was gone.
Well, not much of a mystery. Peter can’t open the gate, so it must have been Jack. But I thought I heard Peter say something. Maybe both of them? Wouldn’t that be great?
It was. They were both up. They had gone downstairs on their own. I slept another hour.
At 7:30, Katherine and I were both vaguely awake, and we started discussing what I would find when I went downstairs. The TV on, certainly. And they can get yogurt and juice boxes on their own. Fruity Pebbles all over the kitchen floor? Empty yogurt containers strewn on the carpet? Pee all over the couch? The more we brainstormed, the faster I got dressed. You think they fed themselves? Would they try to make their own tea? Would they go outside in the back to play in the sandbox on their own? Holy crap… do you think they might have walked to Dunkin Donuts?
I rushed downstairs to find two unfed boys (one in need of a diaper change) on the couch in front of the TV tuned to PBS. They weren’t really watching it, because they were playing games on our iPad.
Who knew that the best feature of iPad games like 100 Rogues and Plants vs Zombies was the one that lets parents both sleep in an extra hour?