‘Love despises bedtime. For him, it’s an ordeal that must be accomplished in order to achieve the goal of parental freedom. And I’ve got to admit, until recently I felt the same way. At bedtime everyone is either whiny, oversensitive, and combative (due to the fact that they are sorely in need of sleep); completely hyper and crazy (in an if-I-don’t-keep-moving-I’ll-fall-asleep-on-my-feet kind of way); or unimaginably slow and full of excuses. It’s enough to make any sane parent pull out their hair.
Somehow this year, that’s changed. No, not the kids. They’re still running like maniacs or bursting into tears while dragging their feet at every possible occasion. But I’ve realized that nearly all the craziness comes to an abrupt halt the moment we’re alone in their bedroom.
As every parent with more than one child knows, there’s simply never enough of you to go around. It seems that the kids are almost constantly vying for my attention, talking over one another, asking me to play a game or do a craft or watch a trick or…. Mommy is a hot commodity. Continue reading