Oh, Glow!

I do have other children besides Ian who provide me with material to talk about.

It was past 8:30pm and I turn into a monster after 8:30. Just ask my kids. Patience is like sand in an hour glass and my last grain of patience seems to trickle out at 8:30pm.

I guess on this night my kids either forgot that fact or just ignored it. Ian got out of bed a couple of times, Amy was alternating between almost slumber and screaming, and Eric had to pee and get a drink and and and.

When Tara came out, the poor girl got the brunt of my frustration. "WHAAAT?" I asked in exasperation. "I broke a glow stick all over my bed," she informed me. (Ian did this 2 weeks ago and permanently stained the sheets (snot green), so I was just super excited to see this one.

I rush into the bedroom, flip on the lights, look around, and see nothing.

Now I'm really mad because Tara came out for no good reason, and I've overreacted to the tune of waking up Amy who WAS on the slumber end of the spectrum.

"Tara, there is nothing there." Can you hear the aggravation, frustration, and irration in my tone?

"Mom, it doesn't show up in the light because it is GLOW in the DARK stuff." replies Tara whose patience hour glass apparently refills at 8:30pm instead of empties like mine.

Sure enough when I flipped off the lights there were splatter marks glowing all over the room. Her bed was glowing, her wall, part of the carpet, and her dresser. We did manage to clean it up (you can do that if you get to it fast enough) in the dark.