Summertime is great for lots of things - popsicles, running through the sprinkler, biking to work (ahem). Summertime is NOT great for bedtime. Here is it, 9:44 p.m., and my children STILL aren't settled for bed.
A few things are hampering our nighttime routine. One - I am exhausted. Always. Two - we are redoing the closet in the room that was the Roses' bedroom (we are splitting them up into two rooms - one for the Rose that needs to be in bed at 7:30 p.m. - exaggerating only slightly here - and the other for the two who are practically ready to watch Saturday Night Live) so they are currently all sleeping in a row on their mattresses in the other bedroom. If you are conjuring the scene from Annie where the girls all comfort each other about their orphaned status, you can forget it. Rather, conjure an action movie where Rose #3 laying head on Rose #2's bed causes World War III and Rose #2 flails around, freaking out because she is SO HOT, she is BURNING UP, Mommy, get me an ICE CUBE RIGHT NOW.
Um, if you stop flailing around and yelling at me, your body temp will probably go down like 5 degrees or so.
Anyway. Late summer nights also cause bedtime problems. Tonight at 9:05 Rose #1 looks out the window and says in the most chipper of tones: "It looks like 2:00 in the afternoon out there!" It is practically White Nights around these parts.
Options currently under consideration include:
1) Tape newspapers over all the windows so as to conjure nighttime.
2) Tie black cloths over eyes of Roses so as to create portable darkness by 8:00 p.m., which is when children SHOULD go to bed (vs. 10:15 p.m.)
3) Suddenly remember that very important work project is due tomorrow morning at 4:00 a.m. so as to necessitate return to office, forcing husband to deal with horrible summer bedtimes.
4) Ideas, anyone?
2 comments:
Brandy?
So true!!!
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