This evening Andrew was working on the van with our neighbour, which meant that I was in charge of getting the kids to bed. We have great kids (not that I'm biased or anything) but lately I've been feeling like I've been burning the candle at both ends. I'm so exhausted by bedtime that it's difficult to remain patient through each child's individual shenanigans.
Zoë went to bed around 10:00 last night, which was amazing, and she stayed asleep most of the night. Andrew and I went to bed around 1:00 (we're both swamped with projects right now so we're staying up far too late (1:00 was actually early for this week)). Zoë only woke up once to nurse but then she got up at 6:00 this morning...for good. She took a one hour nap this afternoon.
She is still awake. (It's nearly midnight).
Benjamin was his little energetic self, Miriam must be suffering from middle-child syndrome because I can't think of anything to say about her, and I caught Rachel eating spoonfuls of sugar directly out of the sugar bin today. So...
By the time bedtime rolled around a little peace and quiet was sounding awfully nice. After scriptures and prayer and stories, I told the kids it was time to get into bed.
"And by 'get into bed,' I mean get into bed. I want you to go and get into your beds and then I want you to stay there. I don't want you to come out. I want you to get into bed and stay in your bed."
Both Miriam and Benjamin obediently bid me goodnight, hopped off the couch, and...ran to the kitchen where they started fighting over access to the ice machine.
Could I have been more explicit?
"That's not bed, guys," I sighed.
After getting their drinks, they headed off to bed. I helped Benjamin say his prayers but he was still feeling rather silly and while I was singing him his lullaby he suddenly did this flip-dive thing in his bed and smashed into my face. So I growled at him to "LIE DOWN!" before singing a hasty lullaby to Miriam and hurriedly exiting their room before really losing my temper.
No sooner had I sat down to nurse Zoë than I heard a doorknob jiggle.
"Don't do it," I warned. "Stay in bed."
Then I heard the door open.
"Get back in bed," I said.
A little head popped around the corner.
"Benjamin, go to bed."
"Mom," he scoffed and then ran over to me and gave me and Zoë a hug.
"Thanks, sweetie," I said. "I love you. Now get back in bed and stay there."
"But what if I need to give you another hug?" he asked, the saccharine words slipping through his pouty lips with ease as he expertly cocked his head and batted his eyelashes.
"Then you'll just have to save it up for the morning," I said, steeling my rapidly-melting heart against his four-year-old wiles.
Sometimes bedtime has to mean bedtime.
Zoë went to bed around 10:00 last night, which was amazing, and she stayed asleep most of the night. Andrew and I went to bed around 1:00 (we're both swamped with projects right now so we're staying up far too late (1:00 was actually early for this week)). Zoë only woke up once to nurse but then she got up at 6:00 this morning...for good. She took a one hour nap this afternoon.
She is still awake. (It's nearly midnight).
Benjamin was his little energetic self, Miriam must be suffering from middle-child syndrome because I can't think of anything to say about her, and I caught Rachel eating spoonfuls of sugar directly out of the sugar bin today. So...
By the time bedtime rolled around a little peace and quiet was sounding awfully nice. After scriptures and prayer and stories, I told the kids it was time to get into bed.
"And by 'get into bed,' I mean get into bed. I want you to go and get into your beds and then I want you to stay there. I don't want you to come out. I want you to get into bed and stay in your bed."
Both Miriam and Benjamin obediently bid me goodnight, hopped off the couch, and...ran to the kitchen where they started fighting over access to the ice machine.
Could I have been more explicit?
"That's not bed, guys," I sighed.
After getting their drinks, they headed off to bed. I helped Benjamin say his prayers but he was still feeling rather silly and while I was singing him his lullaby he suddenly did this flip-dive thing in his bed and smashed into my face. So I growled at him to "LIE DOWN!" before singing a hasty lullaby to Miriam and hurriedly exiting their room before really losing my temper.
No sooner had I sat down to nurse Zoë than I heard a doorknob jiggle.
"Don't do it," I warned. "Stay in bed."
Then I heard the door open.
"Get back in bed," I said.
A little head popped around the corner.
"Benjamin, go to bed."
"Mom," he scoffed and then ran over to me and gave me and Zoë a hug.
"Thanks, sweetie," I said. "I love you. Now get back in bed and stay there."
"But what if I need to give you another hug?" he asked, the saccharine words slipping through his pouty lips with ease as he expertly cocked his head and batted his eyelashes.
"Then you'll just have to save it up for the morning," I said, steeling my rapidly-melting heart against his four-year-old wiles.
Sometimes bedtime has to mean bedtime.
"Miriam must be suffering from middle-child syndrome because I can't think of anything to say about her, and I caught Rachel eating spoonfuls of sugar directly out of the sugar bin today. So..." -- this made me LOL.
ReplyDeleteZoë and 10:00 PM bed time came as a shock! :)