Bedtime was once my favorite time of day. As much as I love my little monsters...I mean my precious children, come night time I'm more than ready for them to go to bed. This should be an easy, painless process right? If you think so you obviously don't have children.
For my 7 year old it's the repeated chant of put your pajama's on, brush your teeth, clean your room, get your movie ready, (they get 1 hour of tv time in their beds before the Sandman comes), no you don't need another drink, didn't you already go potty? And this gets repeated several times in the process of getting ready for bed.
Then, there's the 3 year old. The chant for him is, let's brush your teeth, come get a diaper on (we're in the process of potty training), what movie do you want to watch tonight, say goodnight to Daddy, get your butt back in bed, no you already said goodnight, no you cannot watch more tv. For some reason this goes on longer than the one for his sister did.
This leaves the 13 month old. In some ways she is easier, but only in a few ways. I change her diaper, get her a bottle of milk, let her say goodnight to her Dad, and lay her in bed. She eaither lays there sweetly with her bottle or plays quietly with the toys in her bed. Then at about 1am she turns into a demon child. She doesn't wake up fussing. She skips straight to an all out scream. The problem? She can't find her bottle. I get up, give her her bottle back and back off to dreamland she goes. Until about 2 hours later when we go through this process again. And yet again every 2 to 3 hours until morning, with at least one diaper change in between.
During this time in the wee hours of the night, the 3 year old comes out to wake me up, after I finally fall back asleep, to say he wants to watch tv. I take him back to his bed while explaining that it's still night night time and he can watch tv when the sun wakes up. If I'm too tired to think rationally, I just tell him to get in bed with me and his Dad, which is most likely what he really wanted in the first place.
So after all the peaceful sleep I get, why is it that come morning I feel like crap? Sometimes I can't wait till they move out....