That’s what Nick told me last night as I scurried him down the hall to his own bed.
Truth be told, I love Bedtime. Theirs!!!
From the time the darlings pounce through the front door after school, Jordie at 3, Nicholas at 4, it’s “Go Time” around here. Sometimes I’m in control, but rarely.
“Hey Mom…we have to go to Hobby Lobby…I need a display board for science class tomorrow:
“Mom…we have to go back to the store, the snack you bought for the school party has peanuts in it…Kyle has a peanut allergy”
“Pleeeeeze Mom…play one more game of Sequence with us”
When 9 O’clock rolls around…I am so ready for bed…theirs and mine. Their bedtime consists of actually going to sleep for the night. Mine is a bit different.
I crawl in under the warm, fluffy, inviting covers and turn on the TV. Since the ingenious invention of Tivo…the television is rarely on in this house until 9p.m. The problem with that logic is it rarely goes off before midnight. Desperate Housewives, Grey’s Anatomy, Oprah and yes I’ll even come clean…a daytime “story” or two is a new adventure when you are non-committal. Tivo allows that, it puts the viewer back in control… and let’s face it…I control so little in my life anymore!
So at 9p.m. I’m all happy, happy. Ten rolls around and it’s guilty pleasure, by Eleven…a definite discomfort is setting in. With the stroke of Midnight comes full blown guilt, followed by outright dread at 1a.m. The alarm clock is a mere 5 hours away and I’ve not even popped my Ambien yet…why do I do this to myself I wonder aloud most nights.
But not tonight, I’ve got it on good authority…Beddy-bye time is for chumps!
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