The test run is happening right now at my parents' house. The Yoys are sharing a room. They each have a twin blow up mattress.
Tonight will be night four of them bunking up. We have many nights to go and I'm not sure we will survive unscathed.
Last night, Big E didn't want to go to sleep, so he kept Little E up with his antics. Once Big E was ready to doze off, Little E was so overtired and insane that he wouldn't let Big E fall asleep. So they were both whining and crying and fighting.
I took a shower to escape the noise. When I came out, my dad had moved Little E's mattress into my bedroom as he was being a trouble maker. Little E cried and ran back into the room with Big E.
This was not going to work. I dragged his mattress back into the bedroom of hell.
My dad decided he would go outside and bang on their window. Or better yet, shine a flashlight in the window claiming to be the bedtime police.
We were all frustrated, but I'm 100% sure that my dad's ideas would cause more harm than good. They'd be afraid to sleep in that room.
I told Little E the next time I heard him, his mattress was going out back on the patio and he'd have to sleep with the alligators and pray that they don't eat him for a midnight snack.
That finally did the trick. The boys fell asleep at 9:45.
Unfortunately they were both in my bedroom at 6:45AM.
I expect nothing but complete sh*t behavior today.
This will never, ever happen.