Round these parts we love our jammies so much…we even wear them outside!
Considering live blogging bedtime. It would be interesting, no? A sociological experiment? A testament to how ornery my kids are? A glimpse in to my “putting-kids-to-bed” persona. It’s not pretty, y’all.
Let me just say that Coach Dad is the primary bedtime person. He is firm, but efficient. He puts the kids to bed on most nights that he is home. He works late some nights and sometimes bedtime is the only time he gets to spend with the kids. I make the ultimate sacrifice and **let** him do the bedtime routine. Noble of me, isn’t it?
But when it is my turn… The problem at bedtime is, well, me. I want bedtime to go the way I want it to go — no ifs, ands, or buts. I actually say this on a regular basis — No ifs, ands, or buts. I don’t take in to consideration the kids and what they may or may not want to do. No. For me bedtime is full steam ahead, eyes on the prize, let’s get this show on the road. I’m inflexible. One kid telling me he does not want to brush his teeth and that is it…I am done with bedtime and cannot wait to get them all to bed. Bedtime, therefore, is a nightmare. I can hear you wishing you were here to witness bedtime… No, well then I don’t blame you.
First of all we have the shower debate. Who had a shower? Who needs a shower? Who can do without a shower? This last one applies only to my 5-year-old. Who gets a play bath rather than shower? Again, my son gets the baths. Seriously, every night we have a debate on the shower. And then we have the who takes a shower in which bathroom.
From showers, we move on to what Coach Dad calls the delaying tactics:
- I need one more book. (Son)
- I can’t find my pajamas. (Son)
- I have more homework to do. (Crafty Daughter)
- I need to go downstairs for one more thing. (Sporty Daughter)
- Let’s just pick up the rooms and tidy. (Me)
Really, why I think that my kids will be willing to clean their rooms at 9 p.m. when they didn’t want to clean their rooms at 9 a.m. I don’t know. But, when I get a wild hair to rearrange the bookshelf…all of a sudden 30 minutes has passed and bedtime is a FAIL.
So, perhaps I should postpone the “live blogging bedtime” experience in Screaming-D at least until them kids are ready to put themselves to bed.