This is how bedtime went down tonight. And, unfortunately, most nights.
Read a story. Said prayers. Sang a song (to each individual child on their respective beds because they do share a room, but need their own song and time with mommy). Hugs. Kisses. Good nights. Love yous.
End of story? No freaking way.
Literally 1 minute after leaving, “Mommy!” (Kyle is usually the perpetrator)
Husband rushes in there so the baby doesn’t get woken up in his room right next door. “What Kyle?”
“I don’t think I can fall asleep”
Some conversation between Dad and kid takes place. Exit Room.
2 minutes later…
“Daddy!” (Guess who? Kyle.)
I go running in there. “What Kyle?”
“Can you throw this away for me?”
Me, blinded by the darkness of the room, “What is it?”
BIG SIGH. “OK Kyle. You didn’t need to call me in here for that. Go to sleep!”
2 minutes later.
“Mommy!” (It’s Avery…slowly getting more frustrated and starting to cry)
“You go” I say to the husband.
JD goes in and hears, “Kyle won’t stop tapping the side of his bed.” Threatening 4 year old with iPod privileges takes place.
Kyle doesn’t mess around when it comes to the iPod.
And, I understand why that one guy wrote this book. I haven’t read it, but 20 bucks says I can relate.