Even when you have children who sleep well, bedtime battles still occur. I know this because Molly is usually a great sleeper. Up to bed at half six and then she is out like a light until the following day. However, once in a blue moon, she doesn’t settle down well and I am up and down the stairs like a yo-yo. Part of me feels this may be karma. I used to shout my dad up and down the stairs, what to him, probably felt like a hundred times every evening. So last night was one of those nights. I now know it’s because she wasn’t feeling 100%, as today she’s woken with a temperature and sore ears, and last night was spent consoling her when her ear hurt and propping her up to stop the coughing fits she was having. But, before she started with those symptoms, she was fidgety and couldn’t sleep and kept piling all her toys behind her pillow and then complaining she was uncomfortable. Easy to see why, if you had seen the collection of ponies, barbies and cars she had stashed in her bed!
The typical “I need a wee” and “I need a drink” bedtime stalling tactics were pulled out last night, and it made me think about something I wrote a while back. I don’t share the things I write very often, if at all, but I feel like this is something a lot of parents will be able to identify with, so here goes.
One, two, “can’t find barbies shoe.”
Three, four, “who’s at the door?”
Five, six, “can we play bricks?”
Seven, eight, “I’M WIDE AWAKE!”
Nine, ten, “let’s get the pens.”
Eleven, twelve, “browse the bookshelves?”
Thirteen, fourteen, “can I have some beans?”
Fifteen, sixteen, “has Santa been?”
Seventeen, eighteen, “I NEED A WEE”
Nineteen, twenty, “my milk’s empty.”
Twenty one, twenty two, “night mum, I love you.”
To those who can identify, I hope I made you smile just a little when remembering your own bedtime battles. One day all our children will be teenagers and we will have to drag them out of bed I’m sure. For now, drink coffee and invest in a lot of matchsticks to prop your eyes open!