It’s my sister’s turn…

Aaaaahhhh…. do you hear that? What? You don’t hear anything? Precisely… and it’s a beautiful sound.

Noah is over at his cousins’ house having a sleepover right now.

That means right now… it’s my sister’s turn.

It’s my sister’s turn to tell the boys to stop climbing up the stair banister.

It’s my sister’s turn to wonder why the boys suddenly went quiet.

It’s my sister’s turn to get into the middle of all the sudden and unexpected fights and outbursts.

It’s my sister’s turn to tell the boys no more candy until they eat some real food.

It’s my sister’s turn to figure out who’s crying, where they’re crying, and why they’re crying. It’s also her turn to stop the crying.

It’s my sister’s turn to combat the demands for more time before bed.

It’s my sister’s turn to clean-up all the spilled popcorn.

It’s my sister’s turn to fight the pajama fight.

It’s my sister’s turn to demand a quality mouth cleaning for three boys.

It’s my sister’s turn to smell the breath of three boys to make sure the mouth cleaning happened.

It’s my sister’s turn to sit the boys down and lay out the rules of bedtime.

It’s my sister’s turn to read a story only to have three boys whine that one story wasn’t enough.

It’s my sister’s turn to lay out the rules of bedtime. Again.

It’s my sister’s turn to calm the homesick child.

It’s my sister’s turn to demand quiet as she turns off the lights on those three boys.

It’s my sister’s turn to scream down the hall, “go to sleep!”

It’s my sister’s turn to scream that same thing down the hall every five minutes for the next hour.

And the hour after that.

And the hour after that.

It’s my sister’s turn to listen to those boys giggle till all hours of the night. Telling their little boy jokes. Whispering. Having their mischievous fun.

It’s my sister’s turn to march out one last time and lay down the final law that finally quiets them down.

It’s my sister’s turn to finally fall asleep, knowing she won’t be getting much sleep, knowing she won’t sleep very deep while these boys are together.

It’s my sister’s turn to wake up five hours later to the sounds of three boys screaming and running around the house.

It’s my sister’s turn to trudge out of bed, barely able to open her eyes, barely able to march her way to the kitchen to slave over an “awesome-aunt” breakfast.

Yes… it’s my sister’s turn.

Which kind of makes me sad. I mean, I really wish it were my turn again.

It’s too quiet here.

Dan Pearce, Danoah Unleashed

PS. Do you find sleep-overs with cousins to be as insanely fun as I do? What’s your favorite part about them? What parts make you want to pull your hair out but leave you smiling and shaking your head when all is said and done?

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