by singerchick~ Bedtime at our house is not so much fun. It goes something like this.
I start off by saying, "Boys, lets get ready for bed", only to be ignored. Then I continue, "Bed. Clean up your toys! BEDTIME!!", my voice escalating with every syllable.
Finally I get hub's attention therefore the other males' attention. I'm surrounded by boys. They all start hearing and actually listening at about the same rate....very slowly.
So once daddy's on board, things start to go faster. The boys pick up their toys and race (literally) off to bed.
From here we pray and give lots of kisses and hugs. Sometimes there's male wrestling involved and sometimes a small game of "I'll hide (in the same spot every night) and mama you find me." Then they're tucked in.
You thought I was done? Wrong. Next comes this multiplied by two.
"I need another hug and kiss."
"I want a sip of water."
"I have to pee pee."
"I need to change my pajamas."
"I want to sleep with Bubba."
"I changed my mind, I don't want to sleep with him. He won't let me go to sleep."
"What day is tomorrow?"
"What are we doing tomorrow?"
"How many more days until my basketball game?"
Exhausting? Yes. I could really go on and on. The kids find ANY excuse to get up and ask me a question. My patience does wear thin. Oh yes. Every night.
But some nights I just can't handle it! I suffer from what Pioneer Woman has diagnosed as LBSCBDO, or Low-Blood-Sugar-Cranky-Butt DisOrder. Which simply put, means I am angry when I'm hungry.
I was glad PW cleared that up for me. At our house, we just called it the monster or the Feed Me Now Monster.
Wednesday nights are the worse. I go straight from work (after about a 9.5 hour day) to church. No dinner. Church is out around 8 or 8:30. Still no dinner. So by the time I get home I'm doing all I can to hold the monster at bay. Then add the bedtime horror to that. I usually loose it.
So last night, I lost it. Yelling, "Get in bed. Stay there. Don't get out for anything!!!" Well guess who got out of bed? My Little Man. My little rebel without a cause. He walks into the living room and I'm all ready to pounce on him. I still hadn't had dinner yet. Then, I notice the protruding bottom lip and it was quivering. He's hurt. He needs comfort. I melt.
Nothing holds the hungry monster at bay like a stuck out bottom quivering lip.
I know I'm not alone here. How is bedtime at your house?