I do not understand why bedtime for toddlers has to be such an ordeal every night. First it’s the fighting about it’s time for bed (let’s take a bath will be a whole other blog). Then after chasing my 3 toddlers all over the house just to get them in their pajamas, hair combed, and teeth brushed, finally the nightly ritual begins.
First it’s the location of the “special” blankets. I get it…I was a kid once too…we all had that one special item that we could not part with at bedtime under any circumstances WHAT…SO…EVER! So, frantically skimming through the house I go in search of the very items that they themselves should not have lost sight of in the first place. (I seriously never remember me “LOSING” track of my special item, and then my grandmother running around the house like a lunatic at bedtime looking for the very item I should have kept track of myself). But once again I choose my “battles” and carry on turning everything in my path upside down to locate my children’s night time shield against everything scary that phases them.
I tuck them in, kiss their forheheds and….come on who are we kidding here? Is that really how you tuck your kids in? If you say yes I call bullshit or you just have a very “rare” child..maybe only child but…kudos for your nightlife. And in nightlife I mean the fact that you used to have a life at night and now motherhood has created a night that’s your life.
(TO BE CONTINUED)