Sorry, but it's a bit of a rant blog tonight! I have spent almost every night for the past three weeks pleading with my 2 year old to accept that 7pm means bedtime. This process has made for some long and frustrating evenings as we transition her from the crib into a bed and, at the same time, deal patiently with a very tired kindergarten'er!
I was alone for this, delightful, bedtime routine tonight. After the dishes, bath, jammies, stories and finally getting everyone to stay in beds, I sat down for what feels like the first time all week. And then, at 8:24pm the unthinkable happened...the house phone rang!
Is this an urgent matter? Are you calling to tell me you won the Powerball last night? I am literally diving across furniture, potentially dislocating body parts, to grab the phone before the girls hear it. I whisper scream, "hello?" and sweetly let him know I was busy and would call back tomorrow.
8:49pm now and I just put my 2 year old back to bed...again!
Please tell me I am not the only one who is a 15 out of 10 on the Richter scale when someone, who may or may not be my in-laws, calls this late?
I love and appreciate my family dearly but, word to the wise...parents of young children consider 8:24pm the middle of the night!
Serenity now, I'm off to my happy place!
Surviving motherhood, gracefully!