There is our exciting theme music and that means it is time once again for North America's best loved game show:
STOMP, ER, STUMP THE MOM!
She is adorable and she is 8 and why yes, she does have trauma from having been left to the indifferent mercies of the fostercare system ("awwwwwwwww") and yet...
does this mean that she should continually get up in the middle of the night and go into her brother's room to wake him up, laugh and giggle and jump around?
Mom says: No!
Child says: well, nothing but she sure is cute the way she tilts her head and innocently blinks her large eyes.
So far Mom has stomped loudly and nearly naked into brother's room, stating loudly that "you are in such trouble now!" then slightly more quietly turned out nightlights, turned on hall light (because nightlights are not there for ambient lighting for personal parties at 1:30am) and insisted that "you guys had better go to sleep right now, I don't want to hear it, I love you! Good night!"
Not sure if volume or near nudity was the most effective, perhaps was hair and condition of face.
Fast forward to this morning.
Mom cannot finish her work out because her back is spasming when she starts trying to figure out how to handle the whole thing.
Still haven't figured it out.
Back is still a mess.
Youngest children have been fed and are entertaining themselves, individually in their rooms.
Score so far:
Mom is stumped.