The Bedtime Routine is a Moving Target
One day I will not write about bedtimes, but tonight is not that day.
The bedtime routine here is never the same.
I envy the other parenting bloggers or writers that seem to have it all together with their perfect little bento boxes at the ready for the school day as they wait for the bus with their perfectly clean clothes and well brushed hair.
Meanwhile…
“Hey Dad! I got my Crocs all muddy on the inside. Can you wash them?”
“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of the mud?
“Yes, but that’s okay”
Back to bedtimes: Just when you think you have lost the war, things change in an instant. Tonight, after our very very early dinner and a few minutes outside where she filled her shoes with mud - she went upstairs, put on her PJ’s and brushed her teeth and came to find me to start the bedtime routine.
So, better. Much Better than the other night.
Kind of.
In my imaginary world where my child goes to bed on the first attempt, I would have already finished this post.
Instead: She went to bed so early that the Amazon delivery person dropped off some stuff on our porch and she had to see what the excitement was all about.
Then, once she realized it as just stuff we needed then she decided to try the snack ploy.
She asks for a snack. I say no.
She pleads and pleads but gets the same answer.
I tell her to drink water. She ate everything on her plate and then some tonight so she’s not getting any more food. I think she had 3 desserts tonight somehow. She had enough to eat.
Then she tried one last attempt: “I have a headache”, she tells us.
Doubtful, but here’s some Tylenol and an ice pack.
Good. Night.
I have won for another night. There was some mild complaints when I closed her door but she’s finally out.
Only 2 more weeks and then the days get shorter again.
Getting a child to bed in the summer before 9pm should be an Olympic Sport.
Sweet Dreams,
TH and Co.