Bed Time

Bed time at the Rozarie/Palazzo household is full of fun. Mom and Dad sit on the couch from Jeopardy through whatever is on television between 8:30 and 9:00.  Tonight,"My Big Fat Gypsy American Wedding" was on.  When a show like this is on, you know Casey is in charge of the remote.  So Mom and Dad sat here and watched the 18 year old young lady swear at her mother for ripping up her daughter's Social Security card the day of her wedding.  Other people in the young lady's family were also unhappy about the wedding, as were the young man's family members.  There was a big fight outside the wedding venue (a courthouse, appropriately enough!).  Some anatomical parts had to be blocked out, and Mom says, "This is horrifying.  I want to see if there's going to be blood from the fighting."  She was leaning in a bit, anxiously awaiting the fight results.  Dad was entranced by the girl fight going on.  He's discovered quite a treasure trove of available fun shows to watch!
Dad usually loses his ability to sit with all of us around 9:00.  He says, "OK, it's bed time now".  Mom says, "Why do I have to go to bed now?"   Dad yells, "IT"S NINE O'CLOCK", gets her a snack (sugar free pudding) and gets her to go upstairs.  Mom wanted to watch the next show - another episode of the American Gypsy Wedding show.
After going upstairs (which sometimes seems like they are going on a long trip - there seems to be a lot of preparation to go up the stairs), they settle in their bedroom.  Around 10:00, the bathroom parade begins.  Mom usually goes first.  She closes the bathroom window (no matter what the outside temperature is - she thinks people may see her...), does her business and goes back to her room, closing the bathroom door tightly (remember, the window is now closed...woe to the person who follows her into the bathroom if her business is not number one...).  Dad, not content with whatever snack he got when he got Mom her pudding, heads downstairs for another snack (typically a bowl of ice cream which he will eat and leave upstairs for a few days).  Dad usually heads in to the bathroom around 10:30.  He's loud, slamming the door.  Sometimes he reopens the window, sometimes he leaves it closed.  The good thing is that he does leave the door open.  Mom heads back in around 11:00, repeating the pattern as above.  Dad goes back in one more time - usually 11:30.  In between, Casey may sneak in to perform her bathroom teeth and face rituals.
We try to time our trips between all the others.
No one sells balloons during this parade, and no roadside chairs are needed.  We can hear the "music" very nicely from our room.

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