What a nuisance bedtime is. Kids hate it. Parents hate that their kids hate it. For us in the Northern Hemisphere (the top of the world) it stays lighter laters. There was still a hint of daylight left tonight at 8:30. You can imagine how bright it was 2 hours earlier.
Crash was outside at that time. He poked his head in the door and asked if I could come outside with him. I told him, “No. It’s 6:30. Time to come in get yogurt.” He knows the word yogurt means get ready for bed. I bet you think he came right inside, don’t you?
He didn’t. He went back outside to jump on the trampoline. 45 minutes later he was in bed reading. He had his “bedlunch”. He brushed, flossed, and rinsed. He was in pajamas. Reading. The same was true for his little brother.
Now all is quiet.
Except for the TV. We’re watching Blindspot. Zapato just got knocked out by a gunman. Good times. After this we’ll catch up on The Voice that we missed Monday and Tuesday. Sleep is for the weak.
My reward for getting the kids to bed is that I get to stay up late and watch shows with guns and violence and “that’s convenient and just in time” thrills.
What’s your guilty pleasure after the kids go to bed?