Winners and winners

A few months ago, we started putting our kids to bed at the same time. Before that, Riley would go to bed first and we'd keep Millie up longer so she'd quit waking up at five in the morning. But they've got decent (not to be confused with great) sleeping habits now, so unless there are special circumstances, the two of them are in bed around seven-ish. (And let me tell you, that it a great thing for my marriage!)

Now, because of the early bedtime, we get Riley up to use the facilities right before we go to bed so that he won't wake up at five in the morning. And sometimes it's a source of contention. We know it needs to be done, but neither of us is willing. So like any normal couple, we solve our disagreements with an age-old technique: paper, rock, scissors. Having employed this problem-solving method many times before, I have come to learn that 75% of the time, Adam will open with rock, which is what happened three nights ago. I chose paper. Becky - 1, Adam - 0. The next night, I figured he wouldn't be quite so predictable. I took my chances and picked scissors. Score! Adam went with paper. Obviously, on the following night I went with rock and smashed the life out of Adam's scissors. Unfortunately, I ended up smashing a little life out of Adam as well. He got perturbed that I always win everything. (Did he not get that memo in his taking-a-wife booklet or what? I could've sworn I saw it on page 3. Whatev.)

Luckily, the universe smiled down upon him. As we were conversing, Riley poked his head out of the door and told us he needed to pee. I was already in the bathroom, so I helped him out. Guess Adam dodged that bullet. And that's the end of the story. What, you were expecting a life-altering moral or something? Gimme a break - it's Friday.

And speaking of Friday, I have great news for two of my readers. You are winners! Congratulations to Erin, who will soon be the owner of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and Social Graces, and Lara, who I hope will enjoy Seabiscuit and Animal Farm as much as I did. If you lovely ladies would let me know where to send them, I'll get these books in the mail soon.

P.S. Even with my raving review of the What to Expect books, nobody wanted them! Shocker, I know.