I should be done with this bedtime stuff. Bedtime was at 8pm and I thought we were there.
We were not there. She came down the stairs with stickers on her face:
Was this funny? Yes,
Was it a stall tactic? You Bet.
Would it have been better presented when it was not past the bed time by an hour?
You Bet.
Meanwhile, BW comes home from her business trip fueled by bad coffee and metallica at full blast and is just in time for dinner, so that’s good. She helped the child with the homeork and then showered and went to bed!
Meanwhile, with one on either side of me - one won’t go to bed and is peeling a grape that needs to be perfectly peeled before bedtime can happen and on the other side the dog is all like: “Oh, Hi. Did you want to pet me?”
The anwser is no at this point. A hard NO.
No more petting, grape peeling and any other excuse to stay up or get attention from dear old Dad.
Sorry, Dad is closed. Press 2 for Mommy.
Please pay attention because our options have changed:
GO TO BED! All buttons pressed are mine and lead to you going to bed.
To all you empty nesters and single folks chuckling at my misfortune: You can laugh, but I’m the number 87 on the rising newsletter list in the parenting section here on Substack
All because I write about bedtimes not going well. Who knew there was a market for such stuff?
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Instead of going to bed.