go to bed!
My kids do not like to go to bed. They find the idea abhorrent. Except Tennyson's nap - that he's oddly in favor of. I, on the other hand, would gladly totter off to bed at any given time if given the chance (which I'm not. ever).
Tonight Jordan tried slipping out of her room three separate times. Each time she says she really needs to tell me something. "Mommy," she said, in this whiny voice with her impish smile, "me love you." She does this baby talk thing when she's trying to get away with something or suck up. She never said "me" like that before, now she slips it in all day. It drives me crazy. I tell her to stop and she can turn it off as quickly as she turned it on.
I told her that I loved her too, but she still had to go to bed. The last time I gave her a hug and told her to go back to bed, tuck herself in and not get out again. I heard no more. Then I was walking through the house picking up toys (I used to get them to do it, now I find it takes less energy to do it myself than it does to fight with them), and I noticed that their bedroom light was on. The ceiling light. The "big" light.
I did the "angry mommy stomp" (don't pretend you don't know it!) down the hallway (it helps with intimidation), swung the door open, and said in my best I'm serious voice, "Who needs a spank?" (Because there's nothing like the threat of violence to further prove to myself that the kids really aren't going to listen anyway).
I expected them to be both sitting on the top bunk playing toys, or "reading" books, or making a fort.
They were sleeping. They were both tucked into their blankets, snuggled up on their pillows, and fast asleep.
It was cute. It almost made me feel a little guilty for putting on the angry mommy show (especially since I wasn't really mad). Almost.
Tonight Jordan tried slipping out of her room three separate times. Each time she says she really needs to tell me something. "Mommy," she said, in this whiny voice with her impish smile, "me love you." She does this baby talk thing when she's trying to get away with something or suck up. She never said "me" like that before, now she slips it in all day. It drives me crazy. I tell her to stop and she can turn it off as quickly as she turned it on.
I told her that I loved her too, but she still had to go to bed. The last time I gave her a hug and told her to go back to bed, tuck herself in and not get out again. I heard no more. Then I was walking through the house picking up toys (I used to get them to do it, now I find it takes less energy to do it myself than it does to fight with them), and I noticed that their bedroom light was on. The ceiling light. The "big" light.
I did the "angry mommy stomp" (don't pretend you don't know it!) down the hallway (it helps with intimidation), swung the door open, and said in my best I'm serious voice, "Who needs a spank?" (Because there's nothing like the threat of violence to further prove to myself that the kids really aren't going to listen anyway).
I expected them to be both sitting on the top bunk playing toys, or "reading" books, or making a fort.
They were sleeping. They were both tucked into their blankets, snuggled up on their pillows, and fast asleep.
It was cute. It almost made me feel a little guilty for putting on the angry mommy show (especially since I wasn't really mad). Almost.
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I personally thing kids should sleep in cribs (that they CAN'T get out of) until they're about 8. :)