Hang On. Let Me Get My Book
The bedtime habit that I am happy to encourage.
One day I will not write about getting the child to bed.
This is not that day.
This was the end of the first five day week at camp. That extra day is a doozy too. In addition to the usual fun they get to have like field trips and swimming and fishing and games today they added running to the mix.
Every Friday is Fun Friday where they race a full mile at a chance to win goodie box full of treats and treasure1 It was 85 degress today. Not exceedingly hot but not my idea of a good time.
“That’s okay because sometimes we just walked”, she told me.
Oh, good.
A math question: what do you get when you add swimming and beaches and fun and multiply by five?
Cue, the screaming. She was so tired she didn’t know what day it was and what does one do when they get tired? They start to cry. I missed it, but poor BW she got an earful of how everything is wrong in the life of a little girl that really just needed to go to bed.
So ya. Friday might be fun during the day but not when she comes home at night
It was not fun for BW earlier this evening.
What was fun though is later when I was trying to get her to go to bed after she caught a second wind. I let her do her thing for a bit and color or whatever. Later I poked my head into her room to steer her to bed. I went to turn out the light and she protested about wanting it left on.
“I need my book” she told me.
There’s some days when you second guess yourself about all that you’re doing for your child and then every once in a while the universe throws you a bone and gives you a child that wants to read before bed.
I’d like to think it was Fox in Socks we read ad nauseum, but whatever it is - we’re fully engaged with the reading, and that’s worth staying up late for.
Until next time,
TH and Co.
read: crap from china.