Mommy and Daddy's Date nite

Now that is funny!!! Like, we actually thought we'd have a date nite, rotflmao! We had a movie to watch ("Dan In Real Life"--more on that in a bit...), some beer, and even a teensy tiny bit of Bailey's for Mommy. Approximately, oh, I don't know, ummmmmmmm--2.7 minutes we had a knock at the door, it was #3, needing a brush. A marathon of about 8 minutes passed, and #4 was at the door, why can't he watch a movie with his "best bwudder", just because Dylan is watching the Flyer's game? (poor, disillusioned child, hoping for a Philly team not to crack...). We told him he could watch tv for a while in his room with M, or watch the hockey game. He left. He returned. He couldn't sleep on his bed cause there's "stuff all over it!". He left with orders to get the stuff off. #2 arrived about 5 minutes later, for--oh shoot, I don't even remember what he came up for the first time. Now I gave away that he came back!! Of course, in between all these visits, you know who was trying to be, um, how shall we say, romantic? (ha ha ha ha ha, creeped you all out now, didn't I?) No really, he was just being romantic, wanting to cuddle and a few kisses in there, ah he's such a dreamer, isn't he? And I'm like "look, I just want to watch the movie, eat my beer soaked pretzels and go to bed, and we've got kids coming to the door every 5 minutes or so [hmmmm...maybe they get so used to labor that's why they keep knocking--ya know, like when they're trying to get out our uterus--or would it be uteri?--every 5 minutes those contractions keep comin'--okay, back to the topic]. #3 came knocking before I got to finish that sentence (thanks M for proving my point). Back down she went. 10 whole minutes went by, thought we were in the clear, then, knock knock, #2 is back to ask us where the heck that music is coming from (great soundtrack with this movie, btw), he realized it was us and asked us to please turn it down LOLLOL, that's me laughing not him, and to tell R that the Flyers are winning with 5 minutes left. Ah, he must learn the workings of being a philly fan, thow does not sayeth thy team is winningst afore said game has concludedeth. He didn't even get to leave before #1 is at the door, telling us she's home and what a great time she had at work. At this point, the movie was paused; not on purpose, like maybe from trying to pause it then it did it itself and got stuck and then we missed this CRUCIAL part of the movie. Eventually made it to the end, with #'s 3 and 4 sleeping in our room. I know, I know, shock of all shocks. I think we'll take our dates out from now on.....