For the most part I have to say we are blessed with children who go to bed fairly easily and sleep well through the night. But there are always exceptions to these rules. Tonight was one of those...
I do have to say also that our Peter can pull out some pretty creative stall tactics. Sure, there's the normal I need water, I need to brush my teeth, etc.
Then there is the next level up: "I need another hug. Oh and another kiss mom. "Really? Am I going to deny him that? It lingers and tugs on my heart as I think well one day he won't want me a goodnight kiss. But for real now, I have to draw the line somewhere: 5, 10, where do you draw it? Can you really hug and kiss your kids enough?! There's also: "can we pray again? Can you sing me Nothing but the blood again? Those are tough to say no to as well.
And then there are the Hail Mary passes where anything is fair game. Tonights will inch pretty high up on the top of our list so far. After tucking Peter in and coming down stairs, he pops out to the hall and says: "But mom when the T Rex comes and opens my door he will scare me." And really if a T Rex opened my door... scared would be an understatement. Thank goodness I haven't seen one roaming around lately.
Here's to hoping you had an easy bedtime and that no T Rexes open your door anytime soon.
I do have to say also that our Peter can pull out some pretty creative stall tactics. Sure, there's the normal I need water, I need to brush my teeth, etc.
Then there is the next level up: "I need another hug. Oh and another kiss mom. "Really? Am I going to deny him that? It lingers and tugs on my heart as I think well one day he won't want me a goodnight kiss. But for real now, I have to draw the line somewhere: 5, 10, where do you draw it? Can you really hug and kiss your kids enough?! There's also: "can we pray again? Can you sing me Nothing but the blood again? Those are tough to say no to as well.
And then there are the Hail Mary passes where anything is fair game. Tonights will inch pretty high up on the top of our list so far. After tucking Peter in and coming down stairs, he pops out to the hall and says: "But mom when the T Rex comes and opens my door he will scare me." And really if a T Rex opened my door... scared would be an understatement. Thank goodness I haven't seen one roaming around lately.
Here's to hoping you had an easy bedtime and that no T Rexes open your door anytime soon.
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