Bedtime delays
OK Eric Nelson where are you when I need you.
Tonight's bedtime routine. Both children are extensively read to, rocked, taken to the potty, prayed with and then tucked into bed. I have 1 minute and 30 seconds of peace.
Micheal: Drink mommy, please get drink for Michdal.
Michael (and Amy) are given a drink of water. Cup is left in bedroom for future use. Silence lasts for 2 minutes and 45 seconds. Then...
I hear strange ominous sounds of someone getting down from upper bunk. Four little feet patter down the hallway. My bedroom door creeks open.
Amy: Mommy, my tummy hurts, you need to come lie down with me.
Michael: Mommy, Michdal's tumny 'urts.
Mommy: You both ate well at supper time, you don't have constipation, nausea, vomiting, OR diarrhea, you don't have a fever. Sorry, deal with the pain in bed.
Four little feet patter back to bed. Soon gales of laughter come from their bedroom. Guess tummy aches have been cured.
It's quiet again. This time for 4 minutes and 23 seconds.
Michael: MOMMY, I need 'bank' on. Come put 'bank' on.
The blanket is duly put back on Michael. I turn to leave the room once more.
Amy: Mommy, I NEED you to come lie with me. I'm very LONELY.
I remind Amy that she sleeps just above Michael and he will keep her company. Once more, I shut the door to their room and resume my interrupted quiet time. And as of this post, they haven't managed to think up any more excuses.
Tonight's bedtime routine. Both children are extensively read to, rocked, taken to the potty, prayed with and then tucked into bed. I have 1 minute and 30 seconds of peace.
Micheal: Drink mommy, please get drink for Michdal.
Michael (and Amy) are given a drink of water. Cup is left in bedroom for future use. Silence lasts for 2 minutes and 45 seconds. Then...
I hear strange ominous sounds of someone getting down from upper bunk. Four little feet patter down the hallway. My bedroom door creeks open.
Amy: Mommy, my tummy hurts, you need to come lie down with me.
Michael: Mommy, Michdal's tumny 'urts.
Mommy: You both ate well at supper time, you don't have constipation, nausea, vomiting, OR diarrhea, you don't have a fever. Sorry, deal with the pain in bed.
Four little feet patter back to bed. Soon gales of laughter come from their bedroom. Guess tummy aches have been cured.
It's quiet again. This time for 4 minutes and 23 seconds.
Michael: MOMMY, I need 'bank' on. Come put 'bank' on.
The blanket is duly put back on Michael. I turn to leave the room once more.
Amy: Mommy, I NEED you to come lie with me. I'm very LONELY.
I remind Amy that she sleeps just above Michael and he will keep her company. Once more, I shut the door to their room and resume my interrupted quiet time. And as of this post, they haven't managed to think up any more excuses.
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