Brett's Story

Brett often falls asleep on the couch. This led to a very funny story...

The other night, he settled into the couch to wait for sleep. It was long in coming, very very long in coming. He comforted himself thinking that the coming day was Sunday- if he was stubborn enough, he could sleep in.
The next morning, he woke to the boys crying, caterwauling, and calling for mommy. He shifted to a more comfortable position and waited for the noise to be quieted by me. Nothing happened. He glanced at the clock, 5 til 10. Being late for church was no big deal, but why wasn't Tiff getting the kids?
When it was finally clear that a very upset Austin was heading down the stairs, Brett got up and went to get him. They got Shane down from his perch, calling for mom the whole time. Then the fun started... where was Mommy? The three of them checked the bedroom, the bathrooms and continued through the house. In the laundry room, Dad peeked out the window, the car was still in it's spot. Where could Tiff be?!?
Maybe she ran off to church, got a ride for some early meeting or something. Well, he'd show her. They'd settle down right on the couch and not go to church, or go anywhere for that matter.
After a while the movie ended. Not wanting to cross the room and actually switch the movies in the player, Brett hauled the kids upstairs. It was 1:30; church would be over and Tiff home any time now. The three boys settled into Austin's bunk and started a movie up. After a while, the boys started drowsing. He pulled the blanket up and cuddled down too.

Fast forward to 3:30... I come in the door to be greeted buy an unders-clad Shane looking for milk. I got upstairs and found Austin watching the end of the movie, stuck in bed under Brett's arm. Brett was snoring. The boys and I move down stairs until Brett woke up, at 5:45. Apparently, as Brett gained consciousness, he realized; (not that the kids were gone) that it was Saturday- not Sunday. I had been at work all day.
Brett comforted me, saying that at least the kids had only been on their own for at most 45 minutes... what can happen in 45 minutes? He found out the answer to that question today (the real Sunday) as he dug all the interesting artifacts out of the boys' VCR.