Mom or Dad: It is time for bed, brush your teeth, get your pajamas on, say your prayers, then go to sleep.
Child: Okay! (then proceeds to obey)
WHAT A JOKE!
This is how our routine happened to be tonight:
Mom: It is time for bed. Please go and start getting ready. Brush your teeth while I finish doing what I am doing.
Children: Okay. (Then I hear, as they yell at each other to get ready for bed, things being thrown around the room, yelling at each other, and stomping around)
Mom: I am coming in! I hope you at least got your teeth brushed!
Children: Yes, yes! (I hear fast running and fighting to see who gets to grab the toothpaste first - heaven forbid the other one gets it first!)
Mom: (As I walk in, I realize that they decided that the floor was a good spot for the clothes they did not want to wear this morning - I ignore the clothes and push the dirty clothes hamper out of the way so I can walk through the room! I know lazy me!) Who is ready for bed?
Children: We are! (As one jumps on the bed and the other is STILL brushing his teeth)
Mom: Yes, I can tell (with a chuckle)
Mom: What do you have on?
Child: My clothes! I am wearing them to bed.
Mom: No, you are not. You don't wear jeans to bed. They will give you owies in the night and you don't want that. They are uncomfortable and you will have marks on your belly in the morning and maybe even a belly ache.
Child: But I don't want to change.
(After a stern look and much coaxing my child decides it will be nice to be in warm pajamas. The other child follows suit (I think?). Of course, he can not do this with out doing the Undie Dance for 5 minutes!)
Children: Mom! I want ice cold water! (Of course, why didn't I think of that! I should have had them in my hands when I walked upstairs!)
Mom: (walks downstairs to get the water *with ice, comes back upstairs, gives the water to the boys and has to wait 2 minutes for them to drink and decide whether or not they have had enough to drink. Finally, we sit down to get into bed)
Child: So here is my story I was trying to tell. Long ago, when I was little like 2 years old, I took a yellow crystal and buried it in the ground. Then a coyote sneaked up on me and tried to kill me.
Mom: What! Okay, scary but tell it again because you did that so cute I have to record it (on my crappy phone that doesn't do a great job!)
So he tells it again. Then they both want a picture taken. Mr. 8 year old starts making funny faces and being goofy! Really goofy!
Children: Who's turn? (we have to "take turns" because both want to go first saying prayers. M,W,F is 8 year old's turn. T, Th, Sat are 5 year old's turn and Sun is whoever gets in their bed's first turn - that is usually an interesting night! Both children say beautiful prayers as always thinking of things they are grateful for.)
Mom: Good night! (As I lay down with my 5 year old because he still will not go to sleep without me next to him.)
DING DONG!!! DING DONG!!!
Mom: What in the world! (I start down the hall toward the stairs. Daddy comes out of our bedroom half asleep and goes downstairs. He opens the door to find out it was someone ding dong ditching AGAIN! I hate that!!! Dang kids don't they know it is late!)
Children: What was that? Who was that? What is going on? Anyone here? (questions and more questions)
Mom: No one is here. Just kids being goofy! (Finally, we lay in bed ready to go to sleep.)
5 year old Child keeps jumping all over the bed. Decided he wants to sleep at the end of the bed. Then decides he wants to sleep sideways. Then he wants to lay on top of me.
Child: I decided I am not tired anymore. I want to go do something. (I look at the time and it is 9:30pm!)
Mom: Yea, no way little man! You are going to sleep and that is that!
Child: But Mom! (After a very long 30 minutes of tossing and turning and fighting I hear a soft breathing coming from behind my head.)
Mom: Whew it is over! Now I can go downstairs and get some housework and other things done!
I sure am glad that bedtime routine is done!
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