Ah, bedtime for the bambinos. Finally they will wind down, calm down, and shut down their little engines. I tell them the time has come for them to brush their teeth and take one final potty run. I am ecstatic at this news. Dancing all around the kitchen and singing “It’s my favorite time of day, it’s my favorite time of day”. I am finally going to get to read more of my book and I’m not going to have to do it in the bathroom. It’s down right humiliating hiding in the shower just to have a few minutes peace and then only get to the table of contents before I’m found. Thank God I am regular or I would never get to read anything that doesn’t have rhymes in it. I will not open up the door, until I’ve read one chapter more. My husband doesn’t understand why a case of irritable bowel syndrome has me so happy.
My sweet cherubs have different ideas about what bedtime means. The declaration of bedtime apparently doesn’t mean go to your beds. It doesn’t mean pick out the book you want read. It doesn’t mean crawl under the covers I am on the way. Evidently announcing bedtime means sneaking half a bag of Halloween candy and hiding under the kitchen table. It apparently means pulling out all the naked Barbie’s because they can’t go to bed without their pajamas on too. Clearly it means lining up all 732 stuffed animals in the house to kiss and hug them goodnight. And by the way the cat just has to be fed right this minute. Not the 4 hours ago when the subject first came up. Anything that can possibly be done to avoid the bedtime torture is attempted on the part of Thing 1 and her accomplice, Thing 2. So finally after assuring them that Barbie most decidedly can sleep naked, kissing and hugging the 732 stuffed animals, and letting the kitty eat the smarties off the kitchen floor for his dinner, they give in.
At last they are read to, tickled just a little bit, kissed and hugged. All the closets have been checked for monsters, and there are no trolls lurking under their beds. I admit there are times when I tuck them in without a story and I will lie to them. “I have to go check the laundry, I’ll be right back”. Just hoping, praying they will go to sleep before I get back up there. Collapsing on the family room floor. “Just let me lie here for 5 minutes” I tell hubby. I can hear them up there. “MOOOOOMMMMM, ARE YOU COMING?” I think I’m going to eat the rest of the bag of Halloween candy. Who knows, maybe I’ll even need to go to the bathroom.
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